Can you Spare a Frito?

It’s a little after midnight when I hear my husband’s key in the lock.

I’m in a sweatshirt five sizes too big, running shorts, unshaved legs, and my mom’s rainbow Pooh socks that she forgot to pack the last time she was here. My Florida State fleece blanket was covering my legs, thank goodness, when I hear my sweet husband whisper “be quiet.”

He comes into our family room, where I’m sitting surrounded by my edited chapter, laptop open, and behind him come two our of guy college students. It’s video game time at our house.

We chatted for a few minutes while they waited for Justin’s new game to upload/download/install and I plotted my escape from the haven I’d created before their interruption.

Before I evacuated, I perfectly folded my empty Chili Cheese Frito bag into a small square and stuck it in his wallet.

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I’m trying to figure out how to get a picture of it without him noticing. Until then, I found a wallet made out of a Frito bag.

So I’ve retreated to our bedroom, turned on Netflix, and have to restart the Psych episode I was watching before I was outnumbered. I’m the female version of Gus.

If you’ve got Justin’s number, text him to check his wallet. 🙂

In defense of my sweet husband, he’d texted me that he was on his way with the guys and I didn’t hear the phone go off. He’s been pulling more than his fair share of housework and child-duties as I spend every waking hour working on my book, so there was no annoyance when I left the family room for the privacy of our bedroom.

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