I'm too lazy to find the post but basically, after knowing full well that I was craving those things and specifically bought them FOR ME, my husband ATE THE LAST OF THE FRENCH ONION DIP!!
I bought a new, bigger tub to share and now he won't touch it.
He knows better than to touch your lemon pies, right?
He doesn't each much sweets. So unless it's a honeybun, which erm ewww, gross, he usually won't eat it.
At minimum, he won't finish off any of the sweets.
I should say that he left like a tsp of french onion dip for me. But wtf is a tsp of dip? Does it look like weightwatchers up in this bitch? Just because I'm black, doesn't mean I'm Jennifer Hudson.
Fucker
::sigh:: we might need therapy if I'm ever going to let this go.