When you send your husband to the store to get milk, what does he come home with?
The other day, I called the DH on his way home from work, and asked him to stop and pick up two gallons of whole milk for Eric. Easy, right? Here is what he came home with:
Three boxes of Coco Puff’s cereal, a bag of salted pretzels, a bag of potato chips, two half-gallons of ice cream (vanilla and mud-pie), three twelve-packs of soda, sourdough bread, chocolate syrup, Cheetos, chocolate Redi-Whip spray cream, and a bouquet of tulips for me. Oh, and the milk. At least he didn’t forget the milk!
Dumbfounded, I stared at the wild assortment of crap on my counter… coco puffs? I found myself wondering if someone slipped him a funny brownie before he left work- this looked like a raging case of the munchies if I had ever seen one! The only thing he forgot was Chocco Tacos!
$49 in crap food. $49 is basically half of my weekly grocery budget. Seriously, I wanted to get mad at him- but he brought me flowers, how could I chew him out? What are we going to do with three boxes of coco puffs? While I have been known to have a Cheeto’s attack, and my kids love them, how will I get them to eat plain ol’ Cheerio’s again if they know what coco puff’s are? And the chocolate spray whip cream? Ok, totally yummo, but the can was half empty when he got home- he says it was that way when he bought it, but I’m thinking someone was taking whipped cream hits in the car…
Honey, are you sure no one gave you a funny brownie?