Monday, March 28, 2011

Ought Not Guess.

Noah came home Saturday on an early flight from Toronto. While he promptly hit the hay, I busied myself with cleaning the apartment... the 150 square feet that didn't encompass the room where he was sleeping.

A spotless bathroom and kitchen later, I made my way into the living/dining/bedroom where Noah stirred and admitted, "I have a bit of a guilty conscience."

"Don't worry, sweetie - I don't mind cleaning. I know you're tired."

"No, um... I was going to say I left your scriptures in my hotel room in Toronto."

Lesson learned. Don't guess what you think your spouse should be feeling guilty for.


Robby Spratt said...

I'm sure if you call the hotel you can get them back. You probably knew that already though. :)
Let us know how it turns out.

Krysten @ After 'I Do' said...

Oh boys.

Noahr said...

For the record, the scriptures are in the mail.