Surprises, still

Okay, so, yesterday afternoon I'm taking MaryEvyn out to a doomed, devastatingly terrible trip to Target (there was a spanking right in front of the store by the doors, and at least 3 tantrums, not including the one on the way because she spilled water on her sleeve).

But, blissfully, before all of that, I was putting her in the car in our garage when I hear an odd, but familiar humming sound. I follow the sound beneath the workbench and see this old friend of mine:

I used to have this refrigerator in a hidden corner of my classroom to keep my Cokes and lunch because the lounge was on the opposite side of the school and who wants to waste precious free minutes walking all the way there!

"Strange," I thought, "It wasn't there before." I assumed Reed had moved it there over the weekend when he was doing other outside chores, though I had no idea why. Knowing my hubby, though, I knew there had to be a reason why, and thought maybe it's contents would give me a clue. Never was I prepared to see this:

"What the...?!"
No, ladies, I don't think he got this for our Bunco night.
We are not necessarily a "dry" house, yet we simply rarely have a reason to have alcohol in it and neither of us are beer drinkers, but, apparently, one of us may be changing that! Ever since Reed's trip to Germany (dang Germans!), he mentions a desire for a beer every now and then and I've heard him off-handedly say he had one out with "the guys" when he's at a work dinner or something. It still surprises me. Not that I have a problem with it, it's just, well, it's Reed! Reed's not the surprising kinda guy, ya know. I sorta thought we were past the surprises.
So all I can do is shake my head and go on our merry way (oh, if only I'd known....).
Later the next night as we're finishing dinner.....
"So, Reed...." I begin innocently, "Do you have anything you'd like to tell me."
Girls, he didn't even hesitate before he started blushing and got a sheepish smile. "You mean the...uh... Did you look inside?"
"Um, Yeah, I did," I answered.
" Well, I just thought that Jake (Reed's work pal that's coming over for dinner tonight who's not from around these parts) might like to have one...and maybe if Casey or Phil were over...."
Yes, Casey and Phil, he implicated you, too! Seriously? Does he seriously expect me to believe that the majority of those won't be consumed by him?
Baby, it's fine if you just want beer, okay? You can even keep it in the house if there's room for it. It is just entirely funny that you didn't say anything to me about it, though, and that I "discovered" it the way that I did! So funny!

Next thing you know he'll come home with something like this for me to discover:
P.S. You may want to forward me the names of some good rehab programs, though, ladies, just in case. Isn't "hiding it" one of those signs....? ;-)