Today makes a month since my last soda.  Honey forgot I quit the stuff and brought me home a cup of Diet Dr. Pepper just to be sweet.  It’s the second time he has done that in the last month.  I didn’t remind him last time because I didn’t want him to think I didn’t appreciate the sentiment; I just poured the drink out when he wasn’t looking (sorry, Honey).  Today I broke the news to him and he told me to drink it – as a treat.  I baulked and he told me again.  I practiced submission at that point. 

I am such a good wife.