If you’ve ever had a sensation, any sensation, then this story might just irritate you as much as it did me. Because, contrary to many beliefs (most of which come from hubby), not all sensations are good sensations and what may be a good sensation to one person may not necessarily be a good sensation to another. And no, regardless of where your mind just went… this is not at all about S E X.
So, please let me explain.
Sometimes I like to make impulse purchases. You know, the kind when you’re shopping and randomly come upon something that you didn’t think you needed, but now that it’s staring you straight in the face, beckoning you, you decide now is the time to buy.
I’ve wound up with random household décor items this way. I’ve found a new home for a pair of sunglasses that seemed to jump out at me as I was on my way to buy cleaning supplies. Just last week, I came home with new bath towels. Not because I needed bath towels but because they were there. I was there. They were on sale. I was there. I imagined them in my bathroom and then *poof* they were magically in my hands.
Sometimes hubby benefits from this wonderful trait. He’s come upon a new bathing suit, some shorts and even box of cookies all because of my fine-tuned, impulse buying abilities.
And sometimes, he benefits in a very unintended way.
I was grocery shopping recently. You know, a task that I cannot send hubby to do because sending him to the grocery store actually creates more work for me (In case you didn’t read about the last time he tried to grocery shop please go HERE. Go ahead, I’ll wait.) As I was checking out, staring at that at the rack filled with impulse items, I had a weak moment and I bought myself a treat. One of the best kinds of treats. Better than towels. Better than a candle holder. It was one of those items where you tell yourself, I’ve had a hard day, I’ve earned this. A treat of the edible, chocolate variety. I bought myself a Kit Kat and a York Peppermint Pattie.
I tossed these treats into my purse as I loaded my cart with bags of groceries. Then I got in the car, likely side tracked by God only knows what (since my brain doesn’t work anymore since I had the baby) and I forgot I had rewarded myself with these delectable bits of heaven.
The next day I’m getting ready for work and I spot the treats peaking at me from my purse. So, I take them out and gingerly place them on the counter… right in the spot where my purse always sits.. to await my return. Now, if I’d been hubby I would likely have stuffed these babies into my mouth right then & there. Never mind that it was 7:00am or that I had just brushed my teeth. He would have stood there wiping his mouth as bits of chocolate dropped onto the floor & counter only to be discovered (and cleaned) by a not so happy wife later. But I digress. I am not hubby and I wanted to leave them so I could savor them at the appropriate moment in the future.
So…. Imagine my surprise later, when I return to the spot where I stowed away my treats, only to…. W A I T…… where are my treats?? I see the Kit Kat BUT, the Peppermint Pattie is gone. Is it under these papers.. NO?! Has it fallen to the floor…… NOPE!? Uhm, did the fairies take it???? WTH. I want my Peppermint Patty NOW and it’s gone.
I yell across the house… “Hey hon, I had a Peppermint Patty here on the counter… did you see it?”
And from a distance I hear…. “Uhm, yeah, I saw it”
And that’s when the sensation starts….. a sensation that something is not right. A sensation that something is amiss. A sensation that I somehow, some way, got screwed out of enjoying MY Peppermint Patty.
And then, I’d like to say sheepishly, but it was probably more like – sheepishly proud of himself, hubby comes over. And you know what he says?????????
“I saw the Peppermint Patty. I saw it on the counter. I saw it unwrap. I saw it enter my mouth. And, then I had the sensation of the skiing in the Swiss Alps with a cool fresh breeze blowing in my face. And, you know what….” He says……. “ It was AWESOME”.
And then, he got to enjoy the sensation of me punching him square in the jaw.
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