While grocery shopping, we passed the peanut butter aisle. I mentioned to the hubby that we had jelly but no peanut butter. Ya know…just in case he was planning on making pb&j’s. Which is so laughable ‘cause I can’t remember the last time he “cooked”. So I’m not sure why my brain thought he would randomly want to make a sandwich or why I would voluntarily blurt out that we’re out of peanut butter.
Hubby: I’m sure we have peanut butter in the cabinet at home.
Me: Nope.
Hubby: Sure we do. You just bought some.
Me: That was last Thursday.
Hubby: Yeah...so there's a jar in the cabinet.
Me: Nope. I ate it.
Hubby: ??????? But TODAY is only Tuesday.
Me: It was a small jar.
Hubby: You have a problem.
Me: I know.
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