Remember the fight over cheese slices?
We had promised to never mention it again.
Saturday morning, I got up and decided to be nice and make breakfast for my family. I started frying some bacon and then started on the pancake mix. I measured the Bisquick and the milk into the bowl and then reached into the fridge for the eggs. I couldn't find my eggs.
I had just purchased eggs on my trip to the Ghetto of the Twilight Zone aka Walmart, so I knew the eggs were in the fridge. I moved things around and they were nowhere to be found.
I asked Superfry dad if, perchance, he happened to have made a 12 egg omelet when I wasn't watching.
He gave me a look and responded that he did not, in fact, make a giant omelet nor use the eggs for any other purpose.
I asked him to look in the fridge and see if he could find the eggs that I KNEW I had just purchased. He did, and did not see them.
He offered to go get some eggs. Such a nice hubby.
Superfrydad: "Do you want me to go to the "localstorename" store or do you want me to go to Food Lion?"
Me: (hissing) "yesssssss...GO TO THE LOCAL STORE!"
I ate my crow with cheese slices on top.
After he returned with the eggs, I proceeded to finish the pancakes and we had a nice breakfast.
As I was putting away the butter, guess what I found?
A brand new carton of eggs in the deli drawer.
He never said a word.
He's a keeper.