I promise I did go grocery shopping last Friday after we only had ice water for breakfast. Milk in our house goes quick. I usually buy several gallons at a time, but Friday I only bought one for some reason (lack of sleep, 4.5 year old arguing with me that chocolate milk comes from brown cows, I shop in the ‘hood’ and try to get in and out without getting robbed, I’d gotten another one of those squeaky carts with three wheels - take your pick).

Let me remind you that I do 99% of the grocery shopping. My husband knows to put whatever he wants on the list and I’ll pick it up. It’s worked this way for over 6 years…a perfect system. He’d probably cite that as to the reason why he didn’t bother to travel to the grocery last week when we were out of milk, juice and Diet Coke. That and he’s lazy.

After work today I stopped to get a few things. I went ahead and picked up two gallons of milk to save a trip later in the week and two bags of salad. Two hours later my husband walks in the door with groceries - Surprise! He bought a gallon of milk and salad. His reaction - “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the grocery?” For 6 years he has understood the list thing. He proved that by not going to the grocery while I was busy with work last week. So why today?

We now we have 3 1/2 bags of lettuce and 4 gallons of milk in case a blizzard or something happens. My Grandma would be proud.