Ohhh Rob....

My husband has been coming out with the oddest things lately. Or maybe I'm just paying attention to him. Who knows?

First funny/interesting convo went something like this...

I was walking up the stairs behind Rob carrying a laundry basket (I was carrying it, he wasn't)

Me: ......something...something...something.....you don't even lift a finger around here, ...blah, blah, blah

Rob: (turning around) see, I lift a finger! (as he flips me the bird)

At this point I am laughing uncontrollably, not because of what he did, but the giddyness in his voice and the look on his face. Priceless! (maybe one of those "you had to be there" moments)

Today, though, my dear hubby was sent into the grocery store to get apples and a loaf of bread. I told him this was ALL we needed. He comes out, his pocket $47 lighter, and with the apples, bread, 2 bricks of cheese and A CASE OF TUNA. Not just a couple of cans. An entire flipping case. I usually buy a few cans a week because it's one sandwich both my school aged kids can agree on and Rob makes the sandwiches for them when he makes them for his lunch.  He said, and I quote, "ehh, I get tired of only having a few in the cupboard, now i can see that I'm not going to run out. My husband has a problem. He is a canned food hoarder. He doesn't necessarily even eat the stuff in the cans but if it's on sale and even remotely interests him he will stock up on it. He is a sale junkie! Nothing makes his day more than walking out of the grocery store with a cart (or 2) full of sale priced goodies he won't have to re-buy for the next 6 months (if not longer). Ask him how much toilet paper we have! Or ask him what happened with all the canned soup we bought over a year ago. I gave it away just before it expired. That and a bunch of jars of spaghetti sauce.

Ahhh but how cute is he right now? He is camping out on the living room floor with Cohen, Literally, In a sleeping bag. I guess I'll keep him.