DH went across to the shop to get us a treat for sat night in. Living the high life indeed.
We always get a treat of equal 'treat value' IYKWIM. One of us would not get a chocolate fudge cake whilst the other got a milkyway, unless that had, of course, been previously agreed (could not see it happening in a month of sundays). Anyway, I said I wanted a frys choc cream. He comes back with the requested bar and a huge bag of peanut m&ms for himself. I hate peanuts.
AIBU to be a little miffed that he has this giant bag to scoff all night and my little chocolate bar can't last long? He can't see my point. I should add this DH goes beserk if I manage to eek out my treats to last longer than him.