The worst part about that whole situation was that I had to come clean about the pot because it was the lesser of two evils. We were actually at a restaurant and I had to use the bathroom, I threw my wallet on the table and said, pay the check I will be right back. When I got back my wife was white as a ghost. She says why do you have the babysitters phone number in your wallet. I fumbled around for a minute and then realized that she thought I was fucking her, by the expression on her face. I then had to go into full defense mode and said no, no, its not what you think I just bought a little pot from her. Needless to say, I should have put a little more thought into that response. But at least it was the truth. :2004:
My Wife actually got over it pretty quick. Not quick enough to save the babysitters job though.