I was craving brownies, so I kind of doubled the recipe. What excuse can I use when my husband gets home and finds enough brownies to feed the neighborhood?
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"Honey? I love you SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much, I made you THIS MANY brownies!"
And now it's all his fault.
Problem? SOLVED!
And now it's all his fault.
Problem? SOLVED!
DUH!!!
You are PREGNANT!
If he says anything...just say...
"You wanted a sweet baby, didn't you?"
You are PREGNANT!
If he says anything...just say...
"You wanted a sweet baby, didn't you?"
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You don't need any excuse. You can make as many brownies as you want, without reason or warning! The same applies to cookies.
My advice as your lawyer would be to dispose of all the evidence.
mmmmmm.
better than the usual crime scene!
mmmmmm.
better than the usual crime scene!
Because he's likely to ASK what I had for lunch, and "brownies" would get me in trouble.
Also, the baby likes sugar. KICKKICKKICK!
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You're pregnant. You're off the hook for justifying *ANYTHING* for the next several months. If he knows what's good for him, he's too terrified of the Hormone Hurricane to even consider asking you to explain yourself...
This is all there is to know. I consumed massive quantities of food while pregnant, and while my husband raised eyebrows, he never did say much about the dozen huge hot wings and gigantic bowl of fruit I chowed down on regularly.
First I want to know why some guy is going to complain about his wife making brownies.
As for options . . .
1. Tell him you used his mother's recipe.
2. Hide them in the laundry room. He'll never find them.
3. Tell him you are going on the Brownie Diet. You saw it on Oprah.
As for options . . .
1. Tell him you used his mother's recipe.
2. Hide them in the laundry room. He'll never find them.
3. Tell him you are going on the Brownie Diet. You saw it on Oprah.
Unfortunately he has learned that the hormone hurricane is MUCH more likely to strike in the form on insane giggles than in tears or rages. I don't know if I am incredibly self-possessed, or if I just got a mild dose, but I have been very even-keeled so far.
And I get tickled when I don't feed myself properly. Hehee...
Tell him you needed some for the gang bang.
At least then he won't be thinking about the brownies anymore.
His mom doesn't really cook.
He does the laundry, actually.
I don't own/watch TV...
He's not a big brownie guy. He really goes for cookies. I just wasn't in a "cookie" mood.
Party at my place! I'm surprised I haven't gotten any requests for an overnight package from you guys yet!
OMG, they're cooling and I think the smell alone is going to KILL ME! I want them SO BAD!!! Maybe there won't be any left when Sam gets home!
My cure for a craving: Eat so much of it you puke.
My better cure for a craving: Imagine the brownies. Now imagine they taste like sour cream and broccoli.
My better cure for a craving: Imagine the brownies. Now imagine they taste like sour cream and broccoli.