Treading on Eggshells

Every year just before Easter my husband and I have the same two conversations. 

The first one is about whether or not we’re going to buy each other Easter eggs. 

“Shall we bother this year?” he’ll ask. 

“Don’t worry about getting me one” I’ll say.  “I’m still trying to lose weight after Christmas.” 

I actually mean it when I say that too, as to be honest there’s already a cupboard full of chocolate and biscuits which never seems to run dry, so the need for more isn’t really necessary.  

However, as the day draws closer I start to think about how nice it would be to be presented with a lovely chocolate egg, even though we made an agreement.  To take my mind off it, we have our second of the two conversations. 

“Shall we decorate the lounge over Easter?”  

This question is always sparked off by me, as I will have hinted at it for the past few months with him claiming involuntary deafness and selective memory loss every time I mention it. 

For the last two years he’s got away with it by feigning illness or arranging family get togethers.  He then presents me with the most delicious Easter egg possible to keep me quiet.  Not only have I been distracted by chocolate, but I also end up feeling guilty that I havn’t got him an egg, even though it’s what we agreed on.  He’s an evil genius. 

This year though, I’m going to foil his devious plans, and I didn’t even intend to.  Well, not really. 

We’ll still have the same two conversations:  

“Shall we bother this year?”  he’ll ask. 

“Yes”  I’ll say, as I actually went out and bought his Easter egg days ago.  

There was no way I was going to feel the guilt this year, so I got him a really special one with a piped message on it too. 

The second conversation hasn’t happened just yet, but I’m going to put money on the fact that it will be him bringing up the decorating for once.  

And how do I know that fact? 

Well, in a rush, I hid his Easter egg in an open backed cupboard in the lounge when he got home the other day.  That cupboard happens to be very near a radiator.  I can only blame the smell of melted chocolate on my scented candles for so long.

See you in B&Q.

Sherry x

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