Cash Register Cardio

I am participating in the A-Z Blogging Challenge.  Each day in April (except Sunday), I will post topic themes that begin with the letters of the alphabet, from A-Z.  Today's letter is C.

This past weekend, my hubs & I made an impromptu trip to Best Buy just for giggles.  Okay, the giggles mostly belong to my hubby when we go there b/c that is HIS store.  I just wander along side him while he browses at all manner of electronics.  But I digress.  

While the hubs was scanning aisle upon aisle of DVDs, a box caught my eye.  Being back on the health/weight loss wagon, I'm always interested in finding new ways to make working out interesting & to add variety to my normal exercise routine.  The box was a set of 3 Dance Off The Inches dvds w/ Latin dance moves & "salsa bars" aka hand weights included.  It was only $19.99, which is a good price, but I have this hang-up about buying myself stuff.  I just can't do it.  Even buying necessities makes me cringe and feel guilty.  

The evidence of my bastard husbands sweetness

The hubs saw me eyeing the box & grabbed it off the rack.  I grabbed it from him and a tug o' war ensued in the middle of the store.  Eventually he gave up.  High from my triumph, I happily wandered around with him a little more and forgot all about the dance DVDs.  

A short time later, the hubs, our oldest nephew, and I were chatting away, when the hubs suddenly cut down an aisle to my left.  I was mid-conversation with my nephew & didn't think much about it until I turned around & noticed my hubby was gone.  We looked around, but couldn't find him anywhere.  Then my nephew spotted him up by the cash registers.  That's when it clicked: that bastard was buying the dance DVDs!  

I literally (no, not figuratively. I mean LITERALLY) ran from the back of the store to the front, hollering "don't you do it" the whole way.  People stopped and stared at me like I was completely off my rocker, but I didn't care. I was on a mission.  I ran as fast as my short little legs would carry me, reaching the cash register just in time for my hubby to run his debit card & buy the DVDs. 

The cashier got a good laugh while I repeatedly called my sweet husband all kinds of nasty names, my hubs got to pat himself on the back for pulling a fast one on me, and I got my cardio for the day.  I'd say it was a win for everyone involved.