Just popped on to say DH, (who has form for this), has excelled himself today. Imagine my surprise when today I unwrapped an old, quite tatty Toast tee that I had acquired at an exchange event in the summer, chucked in my possible eBay pile, and promptly forgotten about.
DH apparently found it a while ago and decided that I had bought it for him to give back to me at Xmas. It should have been obvious to anyone that it’s ancient and clearly been ‘well-loved’, to put it mildly, (not to mention, a bit grubby).
He won’t have it that he’s made a mistake, which is really adding insult to injury.
To make matters worse, I can’t find my GF pretzels and I suspect he’s eaten them.
I’d like to say I’m not sulking, but…