August 19, 2010
I had an all-day appointment yesterday, so my husband took a day off of work to watch Cameron.
Before leaving the house in the morning, I handed my husband a grocery list and a stack of coupons.
"We're almost out of food," I hinted.
When I got home that evening, my husband was lying on the sofa. It first glance, it appeared that he had been decapitated. Upon closer inspection, I realized that his head was covered with a pillow.
That's when I knew that the world had temporarily overwhelmed him.
"I spent $100 at the grocery store!" my husband said incredulously when I removed the death mask. "And I didn't buy hardly anything!"
I pretended to be shocked. "You don't say?" I replied.
"I put a bag of cherries (not on the list) in my cart and it rang up for $9.00! Nine dollars!"
I put my hand over my mouth in horror. "No!" I gasped.
"I told the cashier that I didn't want the cherries," my husband explained.
"Good for you," I replied.
"I had no idea that food was so expensive," he added.
This weekend, I am going to make him go with me to buy sneakers for all the kids.