Marriage keeps you on your toes—especially when your husband outsmarts you at your own game.
It all began with a simple request: “Don’t forget the bread.” But when my husband left me on read, I decided to have a little fun. “So, how’s Valerie?” I texted, expecting him to panic or immediately call to explain himself.
Instead, he played along. “Great! We’re actually near that bakery you love.”
My jaw dropped. Who was Valerie? And why were they at my bakery? Within seconds, I was in the car, speeding toward the shop, my mind racing with betrayal and fury.
But when I arrived, there was no sign of him—or anyone named Valerie. Just as I was about to call him, my phone buzzed. “Relax, I’m at work. But since you’re already there, grab the bread?”
I couldn’t believe it. He’d taken my joke and flipped it into the ultimate prank.
Defeated but amused, I bought the bread—along with a few extra treats as a peace offering. When I walked through the door, he was grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
“Gotcha,” he said.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help laughing. What started as a silly test turned into a hilarious reminder: never underestimate your spouse’s sense of humor.
