A couple of weeks ago, I opened up a box of See's truffles that Linda had given me for Christmas. Rob and I munched on them while watching a movie. I left the box on the table with about 5 truffles left. The next night, I wanted one for dessert and lifting the box, realized it was empty.

Harsh was the wrath of the indignant wife, whose husband had eaten the last five chocolates without offering her one -- when they were hers, too!

"But you left them on the coffee table!" he protested.
"You didn't even ask me if I wanted one before you powered your way through the box!" I wailed. "You owe me a box, Mister."

Last night, Rob wandered in from work and tossed me a little box of chocolates with cherry filling. He knows I don't like them. I reminded him.

"Fine," he replied, grabbing the box and tossing it onto his desk. I grabbed it back.
"Well, if this is the only repayment I'm getting from you eating all my See's, I guess it'll have to do," I snorted.
"Fine," he said again. "Guess that means I'm stuck with these."

'These' was a box of Mrs. Fields chocolate truffles.

"Heeeeeey!" I screeched. "You can have your chocolate cherries back!"
"Oh, no...you wanted them. Now I'll have to eat these instead."

And then he started laughing...because of course he had planned this all and he knew exactly how I'd react. He should've gone into the theater; I've never seen anyone who could play a scene like that and keep a perfectly straight face.