Almost made myself a widow last night

Tom went to a work happy hour for a (homewrecking slut of a) coworker who is moving on to greener pastures (with lots of new married men to stalk.)  I knew it would be fun for him since all the guys from his old department would be there and that I have nothing to worry about from the slut so I said sure, have a great time.  He called on the way to the party and offered to stop by Moe's, my latest Mexican food obsession, on the way home.  I bathed and bedded the unwilling kids, started up the Mad Men marathon I taped last weekend and settled down to wait for my tofu burrito.  By 8:30, I started getting concerned b/c Moe's closes at 9:00.  When 9:00 hit, I stomped upstairs to make some soup and decide which kitchen knife to use when I disemboweled the man who promised to love, honor and feed me for life.  Boyfriend called at 9:44 to ask if I had eaten yet.  I snapped, "Of course, since Moe's closed FORTY FOUR MINUTES AGO!!!"  Radio silence.

He came in all quiet and sulky which translates to "I know I was an ass but I'll try my best to turn this around."  No dice.  Don't promise a pregnant food addict her favorite meal and then renege.  He'll be getting me Moe's very soon though, oh yes he will.  Not tonight since he is having a special night with his sister but in the very near future, I'll be served a tofu burrito and chips by my loving, contrite husband.  Bet on that.