Tiramisu

Tiramisu, Austin's favorite. I picked up a piece from an Italian bakery and wrote on the bag, "Tiramisu for someone I love." I contemplated writing, "Obviously, this is not for you/my husband." But ultimately left it alone. I could see how the whole thing would play out anyway, the fake drama, how he'd moan that I got tiramisu for someone else . . .

Austin gets home after working ten hours, goes directly to the fridge.

Austin: Oh ^&*%@

Me (having forgotten): What?

Then I immediately remember and smirk.

Austin: You got tiramisu for someone else.

Me: I so predicted this would happen. I should have written that on the flip side of the bag.

What I should have said: Since I don't love you, it must not be for you.

Missed opportunities . . .

And it didn't stop him from eating it.