Master, Master e-mailed me early this morning telling me that he had secured tickets to a sporting event on Sunday. Even mentioned NOT to tell son.
In fact, just to be clear, here is his e-mail verbatim:
I think i may have secured <insert event name> Tickets for Sunday. I will let you know later. Don’t tell <insert son’s name>!
Now, I took this to mean that Master, Master secured tickets for us (and to keep it a secret from son so as not to make him jealous). However, I was mistaken…
[Conversation in kitchen upon Master, Master's return home from work this evening]
Master: I got two tickets for this Sunday’s event!
Contessa: I know, I got your e-mail, and I’m so excited to go!
Master: Ummm, I was thinking son and I would go…
Contessa: You’re kidding, right? Your e-mail said NOT to tell son.
Master: I wanted to surprise him. I didn’t think you’d WANT to go…
Contessa : So, you weren’t even planning on taking me? *crushed*
Master : Well, don’t get MAD AT ME!… YOU and son can go together. *huff, puff*
Contessa: Just forget it. Take son.
Master : I’ll purchase a third ticket so we can ALL go…
Contessa: Nevermind… seriously, nevermind.
(will i never learn?)
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