My husband and I went out with two other couples this weekend, and the consensus around the table was: The women go grocery shopping and buy yummy things, but by the time we open up the fridge or cupboard to eat those yummy things, they’re gone already. Yep, we found out that we’re all living with “ham burglars” and pudding burglars and turkey burglars, etc., etc. The point is, <a href=”http://blog.cleveland.com/cluelessnewlywed/2008/06/grocery_store_crusade.html”>the women buy the groceries</a> and then the men steal them all for themselves.My husband and I went out with two other couples this weekend, and the consensus around the table was: The women go grocery shopping and buy yummy things, but by the time we open up the fridge or cupboard to eat those yummy things, they’re gone already. Yep, we found out that we’re all living with “ham burglars” and pudding burglars and turkey burglars, etc., etc. The point is, the women buy the groceries and then the men steal them all for themselves.
I thought I was the only one who had to deal with planning out my perfect breakfast with eggs and toast, only to find that we’re all out of eggs, and the only bread left in the house is the heel of the loaf. So, I’m forced to switch my ideal breakfast to a granola bar, only to find an EMPTY granola box sitting in the cupboard. Then, with a sigh, I determine that milk is the breakfast of champions for the day, but the carton only emits three drops into my glass. (You may laugh, but this really is a weekly occurrence in my house.)
At least I got a good tip out of the conversation. One of the girls looked right and me and said, “You have to hide your food!” I cracked up laughing when she said it, but now I’m thinking about those cookies I just bought and how easy it would be for me to stash them in my hall closet. Hmmmm…
