C and I are actively looking for a new place to live. Not just to live, but to buy. Last week we found a place we both like. The neighborhood was great, the price was great (as great as housing prices can be, I guess), the proximity to trains was great, and the inside of the house was great too. We placed an offer and waited...and waited...and then yesterday were told the offer was accepted...and then a couple of hours later, were told the offer was not accepted as the house had gone into foreclosure that day.
Bummed as we were, we had no choice but to continue on with our lives. One thing that we have promised to each other and to Bruno, is that Bruno will get his daily walks, regardless of how we feel that day (unless Mother Nature has other plans...like today). Upon conclusion of yesterday's walk with Bruno, I expressed interest in going to McDonald's for an ice cream cone. Because C had already had a "good food day" (pizza and ice cream at a work-sponsored duck-pin bowling party), he response to this was a face of absolute disgust, one that squelched all hope of having the yummy goodness that is a McDonald's ice cream cone.
Of these two events (losing the house and no ice cream), guess which one brought me closer to tears?
I'll give you a (big fat) hint...
In C's defense, his face was not of the "unsupportive" variety nor of the "you're ridiculous" variety. (Believe me, I know both faces.) I later learned that it was more of a, "That just does not sound good to me at all." But being the good husband he is, he was more than willing to take me to get the ice cream. And it was good.