Swept under the rug....until C comes over

8:32 PM

Do you ever do stuff that you don't want to tell your spouse about? Like make a double batch of cookies, eat one batch and then present the other 24 cookies as what you slaved over?

Or spending your time off gorging on Real Housewives when the only reason you got that alone time was because you went on and on about how you never had time to finish that book?

So, the other day I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. We were expecting the bunk beds to be delivered so I ran to the door and greeted the young man with a smile.

But he didn't have bunk beds with him. He had steaks.

Ah, crap.

I am so bad at saying no to door-to-door salesmen. Like really bad. And this is exactly what was going through my head as he showed me all the boxes of different cuts and prices and his sob story about just needing to sell this last one before he could go home. He even told me that he sells regularly to my neighbor a few doors down. Do I know that neighbor? No.

Did I buy the steaks?

What do you think?

As the girls played I took out the steaks and hid them in the freezer. I totalled up the cost and realized I got a good deal, but that didn't help me shake the feeling that I should have just said no. That I need to learn to say no when I don't want something.

Chastising still in my head I flattened the boxes and put them into the recycling bin.

My husband came home and I said nothing. I'm in charge of groceries, after all. Why should I go through everything that I buy?


The next day we had people out and I immediately took out the steaks. I wanted to know if they were good, first of all, and for some reason I wanted to start making a dent in the large quantity. Steak eating children would do that for me.

All was going well until Principe came in and said, "C wants to know where we buy our meat."

I began to sweat.

"Why? What do you mean, where?"

C came in and said, "I just wanted to know, we are still looking for good beef."

Caught. Red handed.

I told the story. Then I blabbered on and on about how I knew I should learn to say no politely and not just buy stuff to get rid of people. How I wasn't even sure if the meat was good, but then it would be the same from a store.....

I am quite sure I exhausted our friends in my insisting we keep talking about the story.

Principe only said, "So a guy showed up at the door with a freezer in his pick up truck and you bought meat from him?"

Well, when you put it that way, it sounds REALLY bad.

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