My wife glanced over, batted her eyes at me, and gave me that mischievous grin that said, Buckle up, dude; I’m about to light up your credit card!
“What now?” I asked, rolling my eyes.
“I wanted to give you a heads up that you’re going to see a $200 charge on the credit card for the custom cake I ordered for my 20th sobriety anniversary party.”
“You spent $200 for a cake?” I asked in a what-the-fuck tone.