A bad trip to the library

If you found yourself behind a strapping, handsome man who held up the line at the library yesterday due to some of his wife's, ahem, irresponsible actions, thanks for your patience.

Yup, that was my husband, sent to do our dirty work while I blissfully strolled the aisles of Target.

Most days, Joe and I are fairly responsible. I keep our little one nourished, happy and (for the most part) clean and our house in decent order. Joe has a great job, volunteers in our community and keeps our yard looking awesome while continuing to make his return home the best part of Madeline's day.

But something slipped through my mental cracks of sanity last week. In one trip to the library, Joe had to tell them:

• his charming wife forgot to pick up two DVDs from behind the counter and waltzed out with just the DVD cover on her last visit. (He spared the details of her crushing disappointment when she returned home to watch Sense and Sensibility while folding laundry only to discover her mistake.)
• he needed to pick up a Tift Merritt CD that his wife mistakenly returned in a Demetri Martin CD case.
• he can't find a due book to which the librarian gave him two options: 1) report the book as lost and pay $25, or 2) renew the book and keep looking. Hubs really wrestled with that decision...

Two out of three were clearly my fault and there's a good chance the lost book is also my fault. Again, thanks for your patience. It was a bad trip to the library.