Secrets

I decided to tell my husband and daughter that I quit smoking last night at dinner. I'm feeling pretty confident that this is it for me, so I wanted to ask for their support.

The conversation went something like this:

Me: Want to hear my big news?

Daughter: Is it about me? (because everything is all about her in her little 8 year old mind)

Me: No, honey bunny, it's my big news.

Husband: Are you pregnant?

Me: Yeah, right. (brilliant guess, vasectomy boy. If I was pregnant, it obviously wouldn't be yours, so I don't think I'd share that particular news over a family dinner of burgers and pasta salad!)

Husband: You got a raise?

Me: I just got a raise a few months ago!

Husband: You quit smoking?

Me: Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!

He went out later and bought me flowers. Of course, in his mind, anytime he does something nice for me I should immediately have an uncontrollable urge to "spunky his monkey". Um, not tonight dear. I have a headache. And, that ain't no lie!

I love you
You love me
We're a happy family...