What Are YOU Doing Home?

When Scott and I were first married, he was in the Navy and we were living in a little apartment in San Diego. I had to quit my job in order to move to San Diego, so before I could find another job, we were poor. Poor because we were not living in military housing, because there was a 2 year waiting list. Poor because he was only a 3rd class at the time and didn’t make diddly squat for money. That kind of poor.

Before I had actually landed a job, Scott’s ship was going to get underway for a week. It was about 2 days until payday. I told him that I needed a new purse. He said that was fine, but that I needed to wait until payday to buy it. So I kissed him good-bye that morning and immediately went to the mall to get a new purse. What would he know? He was gone. I paid the bills. He would never be any the wiser.

I bought a darling little black purse and was sitting in the middle of the floor transferring my stuff from the old purse to the new purse when in walks Scott. I was caught red handed! I can remember this like it was yesterday:

Scott: Umm….what are you doing?

Me: What are you doing home?

Scott: Is that a purse?

Me: What are you doing home?

Scott: Did you go shopping?

Me: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOME?

Try as I might, I could not get that man off of the fact that I had bought a purse. So I had to concede that yes I bought a purse and no I didn’t wait until payday…blah, blah, blah.

So I distracted him with other things…*wink, wink*

And later that night, as I was admiring my new purse, he told me that someone sabotaged the ship and they couldn’t get underway until the next day.

And by the way, he now pays all of the bills, so there is no chance of me sneaking a purse, or anything else for that matter, without him knowing.

But every once in awhile, the distracting thing can still work in my favor!