"Honey? I love you," I told my husband as I was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for the computer to load and opening up a stack of mail.
"How much?" he replied.
"Um, a lot?" I replied trying to conceal the fact that the reason I randomly told him I loved him right at that moment just might have been because I saw that my credit card bill - the one I pay off every month - was in the, gulp, quadruple digits.
"No - how much is your credit card bill?" he repeated. "Just tell me."
"How did you know I just opened the credit card statement?" I asked, knowing that I was the one who got the mail that day and saw it was in there.
"I just do," he replied. "Tell me."
"Well, it might be a little more than normal," I said sheepishly, telling him the number.
"Erika..." he said, sighing.
"But doesn't it make you feel better knowing that I must have been doing lots of fun stuff the past month?" I said, laughing.
"Erika..." he repeated. But I did see a hint of a smile, so I think that means he's OK with it. Hopefully my luck will continue this time next month!
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