whacked

Today a coworker brought in a lovely bean dip to share with the staff. It was really good although I did not eat too much of it. When I got home I took my, now, daily nap. I woke up wanting bean dip and tortilla chips. I sent Caleb a text just to see how his day was and I told him that I was really craving this dip. He, being the sweet husband he is, told me he would bring some home. So all evening I did not eat anything because I wanted to make sure I could eat the dip guilt free. When my husband came home he did bring the dip, but not the one I wanted. I wanted that layered dip with cheese, sour cream, and guacamole. He brought some Frito's brand in a can. I tried my best to be grateful and I even ate some, but the whacked part is when he left the room I started to cry. LOL I was crying because I wanted a certain kind of bean dip and he couldn't find it in the store. Is that weird or what? Seriously there were tears flowing from my eyes LOL. I even looked at him and said, "I am crying over bean dip." To this he calmly replied, " I know, your whacked."