I committed a mortal (relationship) sin.

I know. My title is shocking. Right now, you must be wondering, "What on earth could have Fabulously Awkward done? What SIN? I thought she was so happy."

Well, I AM happy. However, P.I.C. is not so happy with me. Last night, I had just gotten home from an errand to find P.I.C. in the shower. I was hungry, so I grabbed a piece of chocolate and ate it. Then, apparently, I ate another piece. This, in and of itself, is not sinful, right? Turns out, I ate the LAST. TWO. PIECES. of the delectable chocolates with the hazelnut hidden inside. I thought nothing of it. What I suspected happened was I ate the first one, saw another one, and crammed it in my mouth before I realized, "Hey, it might have been nice to save the last one for P.I.C."

Fast forward to a few hours later. After having a pizza and beer filled evening spent with Season Four of The Wire (an excellent show, I highly recommend it), he goes into the kitchen. He comes back slowly with a look on his face that could only mean one thing: I had stepped on his kitten. The only issue? HE DOESN'T HAVE A KITTEN. So what on earth caused this profound expression of sadness on his face? Apparently, since there were two chocolates left, he had it in his mind that later on in the evening, we would EACH HAVE ONE.

Ooops. He was seriously upset. I didn't know what to do. I apologized. I told him I'd buy NEW chocolate, BETTER chocolate. To no avail. That look was persistent for the remainder of the evening. Clearly, eating the last of the chocolate is akin to stepping on a kitten. It equals supreme sadness of the heart. Sigh.

He has chosen to retaliate by stealing my snuggie. (Well, technically, it's a "couch blanket" because it's not a genuine snuggie.) Well played, sir.