Smug Marrieds: Battle of the Thin Mint Cookies
/Blair walked in the other day and I greeted him at the front door with folded arms and a thundercloud over my head.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" I demanded. "Because I didn't think we had the kind of relationship where we kept secrets from each other. So if there's anything--anything--you want to get off your chest, I suggest you do it now."
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Blair.
"Well why don't you just go into the kitchen and see," I said.
Looking more concerned with each step, Blair strode down the hall toward the kitchen.