Some of you may be painfully aware of the "B" word and how it was recently introduced into my life.
You know..."B-U-D-G-E-T"

Well,to bring everyone up to speed,Hubs suggested I go on a *gag* "budget" regarding my scrappy ways, earlier this year.
Of course I agreed *snigger*...(a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do and all that), and went on my evil spending ways, swiftly, albeit surreptiously.

The proverbial fly landed in the proverbial ointment the other day when the doorbell rang while he was home for lunch.
He opened it (but, of course!), and there stood the delivery gal from UPS,her knees buckling from under the weight of my gigantic box.

Hubs was his usual courtious self, plucked the box from her, shut the door and came into the kitchen, where I was now running through a bunch of excuses in my head...

"Angelina Jolie sent me a bulletproof vest to go unearth landmines with her in Iraq"...yeah, that sounds good.
Or, "That must be that new gardening stuff I ordered"...(you see Hubs has a dream/fantasy/wish to see me get my nails filthy and plant something so we can live off the earth and all that...)

Before I could say a word though, he plonked the box down on the counter in front of me.
>"CRAFT SUPPLIES-SCRAPBOOKING"...There it was in big,bold letters, emblazoned across the box.

Hmmmnnnnn.....

"So, how much do you think your scrapbooking stuff is worth?", he asked in a friendly kinda tone (what a guy!).

"Ummm...I dunno" I answered.
(what were you expecting...seriously!)

"Oh, take a wild guess...C'mon...for fun"...he coaxes gently (he's a wily fox that fella of mine)

It actually sounds like fun at this point.Must be his gentle tone and warm brown eyes and ...well, let me move on...

I think for a bit and say it in a way he'd best understand.

"Well, if I die tomorrow and you sell all my scrappy stuff, you can buy yourself two B.M.W's....get both those models you're lusting after".



And that's how he got that concussion when his head hit the floor.
True Story!