I would ask y'all not to judge me, but I don't know if it's possible not to.

I was seven months pregnant and the food cravings were strong. My husband, being the kind man that he is, was always really, really great about getting me a little something special every time he went to the grocery store.

But, one day he didn't. He said he totally forgot.

I was a little (ahem…a lot) irked, but I let it go. Well, as much as a pregnant lady who really wanted a Snickers could let it go.

That night, I tossed and turned for hours. I was big. Very big. I needed to pee. I was hungry (damn Snickers) and my husband’s breathing was getting on my nerves.

So, I decided I would do a load of laundry.

I was throwing everything in when I noticed my husband’s wallet was still in his pants. Because I care about his gas station free coffee punch card, I removed the wallet lest it be ruined. Out fell a receipt.

For some reason (some may say the Snickers gods compelled me) I looked over the receipt. It was from my husband’s store run earlier that day.

Milk.

Cheese.

Snickers!!!!!

Oh my God. I stormed back in the bedroom and flipped on the light.

“YOU ATE IT?!?!?” I fumed.

My husband popped his head up, “What? Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?!?!”

“Babe, it's 3 in the morning. What are you talking about?”

“You didn't forget to buy me a candy bar! YOU ATE IT!!!”

Cue his instant look of guilt.

I was so pissed, I made him sleep on the couch for the first time ever.

He bought me three candy bars the next day. Almost three years later, I sometimes cast him a look and say, “How could you?”

He rolls his eyes because he knows exactly what I'm talking about.