So have you ever ordered a piece of chocolate cake from a restaurant? The expensive kind with like 1200 calories in it, that you can only have a few bites of at a time, spread over a couple of days, so you can trick yourself into thinking you can afford the calories? Well, I got one. And I generously offered DH a bite with the provision that you DO NOT touch the top, because that’s the best part and everybody knows that. Everybody.
He ate the top.
He CLAIMS that it was dark inside, he thought the cake was oriented the opposite way, but he basically ate the top and all the actual cake out of the icing shell, which is insanity because nobody, and I mean nobody eats cake that way!
Thus followed a heated exchange about cake orientation and icing shells, complete with an instructional diagram (drawn by me) of the offending cake and the way it should have been divided.
DH then compounded the issue by claiming that he didn't even WANT the cake and only ate it "to be polite." AIBU to think I married a monster?