Warning: Spouse may not always be as they appear.

 So, Nate and I had a little argument the other day. (For those of you who don't know this, husbands and wives often have disagreements, sometimes those disagreements escalate to raised voices.) (That is a snippet of an example of my sarcasm.) The argument started, as a lot of arguments do, with a conversation that seems to be a hot button issue between us these days; A family dog.

I've been trying very hard lately to persuade Nate to let the kids and I have a puppy, a choice that I may later regret, but a choice I feel quite certain and passionate about at the present time all the same. After a few minutes of listening to his side of things, I realized something that sort of bothered me. Nate is not an animal lover. Before we were married I had assumed Nate was something of an animal lover. The fact that he isn't sort of bothers me. I decided to change the course of the discussion.

"Hey, you know what? I should sue you for false advertising or something." I said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Before we were married I thought you were an animal lover. As soon as the honeymoon was over you started to show your true colors. I just didn't exactly get what I paid for if you catch my drift. Now I think I deserve some kind of...restitution."

"Well, you should learn not to assume things. I never said I was an animal lover. I told you I loved the golden retriever my family had when I was younger that does not mean I love all animals."

"I think my case will hold up. I was lead." I retorted.

Suddenly Nate's face changed from thoughtful to smug. "Yeah well, you know you aren't the only one who was lead to believe something different than the total truth about your spouse. You played the old bait and switch on me too." He said.

Oh great. He's got something on me.

Or he's bluffing.

I decide to call him on it.

"Oh yeah? So what is it then? What did you think I was that I didn't live up to?"

Nate's grin turns to a full-on smile and he shakes his head, retreating. "I can't say."

"I figured you were bluffing."

"I'm not bluffing. I just don't feel it would be...gentlemanly of me to say."

Horar fills me. I realize exactly what he's talking about. Damn, I hate to be wrong. The look of sudden realization must be apparent on my expression, because he gives a cocky nod and says, "Yeah, that's right, you know you lead me to believe we'd be spending a LOT more time in the bed than we do."

I hold my ground.

"You should really learn not to assume things."