When you say you are going to the store late one night to get a gallon of much needed milk and you ask you beautiful, thin, and loving wife if she wants anything...please for the love of all things that are good in the world, get her what she asks for. Super hot hubby put the kids to bed and left for the store to get milk, cheese, and ice cream or malt balls. Now, I requested the ice cream or the malt balls and I told him, quite clearly that he could get both if he was so inclined. I am sure you see where this is going. I did NOT say "get a treat", I did NOT say "get something you might find good", I did NOT say "get something from the natural foods isle", I did NOT say "carob will do"...what I did say was malt balls and/or ice cream. I envisioned crushing up the malt balls and putting them on top of the ice cream. My mouth was watering just thinking about it. So, when he got home with yogurt covered pretzels I was NOT happy to say the least. COME ON...yogurt covered pretzels? For gods sake, he may have just brought me some tree bark or tofu.