I fully recognize we should appreciate the people God brings into our lives. That said there are individuals who try women’s souls—a good deal of the time they are our husband’s. (Yes, dear Wayne I am talking about you!) Let me give you a recent example.   Once a year . . . let me repeat that . . . once a year I allow myself one small bag of fried Cheetos. If I buy one small bag I will savor each one and count it as a treasure. My guess is you know where this is going.

I bought my little cheese goodies home and the next morning I discovered Wayne had gotten up in the middle of the night and ate my Cheetos. I propped the empty bag up against his computer (the first place he goes in the morning) with a large sign that read: EXPLAIN YOURSELF. I can’t help but wonder how it is that after all these years my husband still doesn’t understand he should never stand between me and my Cheetos.