There. I said it.
I got home Friday night and my coveted cell phone car charger was there on the counter. I ran to it, so excited to plug it into my phone and take it to its new home - my glove box.
Then it happened.
It didn't fit.
If I had been thinking clearly, I would have quietly placed it my car (receipt and all) to be exchanged for the proper charger on Monday - keeping my husband totally oblivious to my deception. But, no. I wasn't thinking clearly, so instead, "DANG IT!" came spewing from my mouth, loud enough that Joey heard it in the bathroom.
He knew exactly what it was and immediately demanded for an editor's withdrawal of Friday's post. "But not until Monday," he said, "so everyone can read it."
So here I am, humbly before all of my blogging peeps - and most importantly my husband - to say, "I'm sorry, honey. I was wrong. You were right. The crazies at the cell phone kiosk DO need my phone to find the proper charger. I should have listened to you. I will never make this mistake again."
"Until the next time you say something that makes absolutely no sense. But until then, honey..."
(I love you, Joey!!)