Mike and I have been fighting our Diet Coke addiction this week. In a moment of desperation, I told him that it’s been really difficult for me to resist the acidic bubbly goodness.
And last night he came home with his arms full of two cases of Diet Coke.
“This is all your fault,” he muttered.
“How, pray tell, is this my fault?”
“You said you wanted Diet Coke.”
“Yes, but I didn’t mean I wanted you to go and clear out Costco. I thought I was having an honest moment with my husband!”
“Well, don’t let it happen again.”