So my husband volunteered to do the grocery and I was more than pleased when he did offer so I made him a list. Then I received a text message: Babe, what kind of flour? Cornstarch? Baking soda.
I wanted to be my sarcastic self but the guy was doing me a favor. So I said, "Flour babe. Not cornstarch. Not baking soda. Flour.
He picked me up after work. When we got home, I took a look at the goods he bought.
"No flour?" I asked
"When I asked the lady where the flour was, she showed me the shelf. All I saw was white."
Majorly rolling my eyes.
"Why did you get this?" I said while holding up the margarine.
"You wrote down butter" He answered.
"Yeah I said butter. Not margarine. This is margarine."
"Looked like butter to me."
MEN. Don't we just love 'em?