My Husband...the Thief!

My husband is a thief and I caught him in the act!!

About two months or so ago, we received one of those census surveys in the mail which was probably thirty pages long. I have always immediately thrown that yearly survey away but Mark essentially dared me (for whatever reason) to complete it for the ten dollars promised from the State of Nevada upon its completion. I think that the instructions said it would take approximately ten minutes. I thought, "a dollar a minute....I'll do it!" What a friggin mistake!

An hour into filling it out, I was only half way done! Mark laughed at me and kept telling me that it wasn't worth it and to just throw it away but I couldn't do that. He had dared me to fill the stinking thing out so there was no way I was going to give up now! I knew that I would never hear the end of it so I ignored his taunts and kept on filling out those stinking bubbles and inserting the appropriate responses into the blank spots.

The stinking thing took me about two hours to complete. If I had known it would have taken me so long to complete it, I never would have started it because ten dollars isn't worth it. Anyhow, I finished it and mailed it back in to the state.

Fast forward a few months and the entire incident was long forgotten. Mark was going through the mail   and he started laughing out loud. I asked him what he was laughing at and why he was holding ten dollars into the air. He explained that the State had sent me the ten dollars for completing the survey. I was shocked since I had totally forgotten about the whole thing. I laughed as I continued to wash the dishes.

A few minutes later, out of the corner of my eye, I see Mark take his money clip out of his pocket, grab the ten dollars and put it in his clip! I screeched, "What do you think you are doing? That is my ten dollars!" His face dropped as he was clearly busted. He stammered and then started laughing but he took the ten dollars out of his clip and set it back on the counter. I said, "That's more like it!" Mark is the guy who steals the change when we are out to eat or whatever. I'll pay cash and he'll take the change. We always laugh about it because I have to fight him to get the change back for myself so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that he would try to take the ten dollars!

The next morning, I was cleaning up the family room as Mark was getting ready for work and I again caught him removing the ten dollars from the counter and trying to put it in his money clip. Again, I screeched and called him a thief! He started laughing and said, "If that ten dollars is still on the counter by the time I get home from work, it is mine!"

He is such a little shit! It took me two hours to fill that thing out....I earned that money! And I just took that money and spend it on a decaf white mocha frappachino!

My husband...the thief! Gotta love him!