Here is our conversation from that point on:
Hubby: What would you like me to pick up?
Me: Whatever. I don't care. Surprise me. All I want is a fountain soda. I am craving a COKE! Besides that, I don't care what you get. I'll eat whatever.
Hubby: Ok. Sounds good. I'll see you in a few.
So....you would assume that those were very simple instructions right? Whatever for dinner (his choice) and a regular coke. Never assume. As he walked in the door I noticed he was not holding a drink. Hoping that he couldn't carry it all in at once, I asked him if my soda was still in the car. That's when I quickly learned that the one thing he did not get...was indeed my fountain coke! AHHHHH! (not to mention he brought home one of my most unfavorite take out restaurants food).
I mean, was it that hard? All I wanted was a soda. I will say that he did feel bad and was almost jumping back in the car to head to the gas station to get me my soda. I wouldn't let him because, at that point, the gesture didn't matter. He hadn't listened to me from the beginning. ERRRR (Super not so romantic fantastic loving caring hubby)!!!!!!!! Babe, if your reading...you owe me! :)