I’m Sometimes, the simplest request can spiral into a story you’ll laugh about for years. What began as a wife’s casual reminder for her husband to pick up bread turned into a hilarious whirlwind of confusion, trickery, and proof that humor is the glue that keeps a relationship strong.
It all started with a message.
Knowing her husband’s habit of skimming texts—or ignoring them altogether—she decided to try something bold. She wrote:
“Babe, don’t forget to grab some bread on your way home… and say hi to your girlfriend Valerie for me.”
She smirked as she hit send, certain that a mysterious “Valerie” would get his full attention. It did. Her phone pinged almost instantly:
“Excuse me?! Who’s Valerie?”
Giggling, she replied:
“Relax. There’s no Valerie. I just needed to make sure you read the whole message.”
Then came the unexpected curveball:
“Funny. I’m actually with Valerie right now. Didn’t think you’d notice.”
Her grin vanished. Her chest tightened. Pulse quickening, she texted back:
“Are you kidding me?! Where are you?”
He replied:
“Just near that bakery you love…”
That was all it took. No coat, shoes barely on, she flew out the door. Her brain raced: Was he serious? Was this a joke? Who was Valerie?
She darted through traffic and tore around the block by the bakery. She searched doorways, peeked into cafes, even glanced behind trash bins—nothing. No husband. No “Valerie.”
Frustrated and breathless, she messaged again:
“I’m here. WHERE. ARE. YOU?!”
A pause. Then his response:
“Still at work. But hey, since you’re already there… might as well get the bread?”
Her jaw dropped. It hit her—she’d just been pranked. Perfectly, expertly pranked.
Standing on the sidewalk, stunned, her anger dissolved into a slow, reluctant smile. He had flipped the script. She couldn’t help but be impressed.
Typing through laughter, she sent:
“Oh, you are SO dead when you get home. But yes, I’ll get the bread.”
His reply came quickly:
“You’re the best. Valerie says hi.”
She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. But she also bought his favorite pastries along with the bread—because as infuriating as he could be, that stunt had been clever.
When she got home, he was already waiting, grinning like a kid who’d just won the prank Olympics. She tried to look mad, but the laughter got the better of her. She tossed the bag on the counter and melted into his hug.
“You’re ridiculous,” she said.
“And you’re easy to bait,” he teased.
What could’ve been a pointless spat turned into a memory they’d share again and again—a wild, silly chase over a loaf of bread and a made-up woman named Valerie.
Over dinner, she recounted the whole saga, each time with more laughter and fewer threats.
Next time,” she warned, narrowing her eyes, “it’s my turn.”
“Bring it on,” he grinned.
And so, Valerie and the Bread became legend—proof that the best marriages are stitched together with love, trust, and a whole lot of laughter.