My husband is a very loving guy but sometimes he doesn’t really think about what he says before it comes out of his mouth… That’s just a premise to the scene I’m about to set before you. We are in a small grocery store, (for those of you who know it’s Tesco’s Express-for those of you who don’t it’s like the Starbucks of grocery stores; where ever you look another one’s popped up). We pick up a few items. Something like a bell pepper, spinach, cheese, milk, peanut butter, and tripple chocolate ice cream. He loves ice cream. He has a thing about ice cream and yogurt. He cant get enough of it….ever. In fact, every place we go to that speaks another language other than english, he learns how to say three words. Ham, Cheese and Ice cream. Yes, I kid you not! I haven’t been able to eat ham for months now. That’s another story
So we get to the check out and we are looking for exact change and Mark says, “Sorry, it’s that time of the month.” I look at Mark incredulously with in a nano second I’m shocked and slighly mortified. I am very aware of this splotchy complected teenager smircking at me- the metal of his braces are blinding me. I respond with curt and brusque comment of: “Well, it wasn’t but it sure will be tonight.” It was at this point that (I think) it finally sunk in what he’d said. He quickly added, “I mean it’s that time of month where we’re almost out of money.” (In England you only get paid once a month-YES! It sucks ass) We’ve been paid since but it’s fun to jibe him about “that time of month.”