Daughter - what daughter? 4-17-2007

This evening, I had a sudden craving for peaunt butter bars - like the ones we used to have in elementary school. (Please do not read anything into the use of the word craving.) I went online looking for a recipe that I had used in the past. I found the recipe & discovered that we had about 1 teaspoon of creamy peanut butter (not quite the cup and a half the recipe called for). Well, we did have an almost full just of crunchy I could use. I start working on the recipe & discover it requires an egg (something we also don't have - we borrowed 3 eggs last night from our neighbor Susan). Next plan, I lovingly asked my husband to go get a mix for them at the store (& some eggs & peanut butter while he's there - can you tell I was on vacation last week & did no grocery shopping?). Anyway, Tony is not too receptive to this plan, so I decide to go myself. As I am getting my shoes, Tony says that he will go. But, no that's okay, I will go. He then asks if I want him to come with me. I laugh and say "Yeah, right!". He says, defensively, "I said I would go or come with you!!" To which, I reply, "What about your daughter upstairs asleep?" He says, "Oh yeah, I forget about her." Hmmm....guess his plan of us both going isn't going to work. Needless to say, I went by myself, procured the peanut butter bars and am now waiting for them chill. As for Tony, I am not sure how he could forget about Zoe since he spent half of his evening in the bathroom with her sitting on the potty, but not actually going potty.