3.10.10 (69/365)

Funny story-- so the other day, the hubs and I were deciding what to have for dinner. We typically eat out around once a week, and it usually ends up being a Wednesday (cheaper b/c H is at her moms! :)). On this particular Tuesday, though, he starts talking about how Hungry Howies sounds SO good.

The hubs finally decided to save our money for the next day since I had a pack of hotdogs in the freezer that have been in there since this summer. (I don't make hotdogs much...) The hubs hops on his bike with baby J to go pick up H from girl scouts, and
I make the hotdogs and steam some veggies and throw some garlic bread in the oven. He calls me a few minutes later, "Hey babe, can you bring my wallet out to me when I get home? I forgot it, and I need it to pick up the pizza."

"What pizza? We are having hotdogs, remember? I have the table set and the food is out and everything."

"Ohhhhh shoot... our pizza will be ready in 10.. I forgot about our conversation!"

Can you tell he's been a bit busy lately?