It's like my husband knows I lied to him, that I cooked. He's over here texting me what he's doing.…

It's like my husband knows I lied to him, that I cooked. He's over here texting me what he's doing. How he's going to the bathroom, oh then he's changing clothes and shoes, now he's clocking out, oh wait he's walking to the car. And hiss final text was how he was in the car about to drive home. I hope this hamburger helper hurries up and cooks. I have 10-15 minutes until he's home. LMAO. Next time I won't offer him food unless I'm positive he's staying at work until 5am. I'm glad that we had hamburger helper in the cabinet and I had meat in the fridge defrosted already or I'd be screwed.