Who Me????

According to my husband, I can't be trusted. Well, it's not that he doesn't trust me in the overall sense of trust (at least I think). You see, we have a solid marriage...an open forum for discussion...mutual respect for one another. Love, lots of love. And until this morning, I thought we had mutual trust in one another.

But apparently it is only one-sided. He even admits that he thinks I can't be trusted. And you know what? He's right. It's true. At least not at this time of year. Not with the holidays and gift buying in the works.

But let me back up, its his fault, really. When we got married I took a stand for having separate checking accounts. But as he can't trust me (or my love for buying shoes and purses), he convinced me that we just needed one joint checking account. (It would be easier to pay the bills...how would we determine whose money to spend on what? Etc. etc. etc.) So I gave in and we have one joint checking account. But I maintained my independence by keeping my very own credit card, which he doesn't have access to. (Ok, he really does have access to it, but he doesn't care to look. I think...) And he has his very own credit card. Only his is linked to our checking account. So I can see when the balance creeps up, cent by cent. And I'll admit, I often peruse the credit card statement - but just to make sure everything is correct. I'm not looking to see what he buys. Honestly, I'm not. It's just that I'm in charge of our bills and finances, so I need to look at these things.

Well being the diligent bill-payer that I am, I went to go check out our banking situation this morning. I pulled up the Bank of America site. Entered our user name. Hit enter. Everything was normal. I was next prompted to enter our password. First try: FAIL. Ok, I must have entered it incorrectly. Second try: Access denied. Ok, I must have had cap lock on. Third try: INCORRECT PASSWORD. It was at this point I knew something was up. So I called Mr. Cob.

Me: Did you change our bank account password.
Mr. Cob: [Chuckling] Yes.
Me: Why on earth would you do that?
Mr. Cob: So you can't snoop around and see what I've bought you for Christmas.
Me: Who Me? NEVER!

You see. My own husband. He doesn't trust me. Sigh.

Then again, he probably has a point - I did call him the other day asking why he spent $40 at Jimmy Johns. I thought perhaps someone had stolen his card and gone on a sandwich buying spree. I was concerned, that's all. I'm not a snooper. I swear.