I ran out of packing tape this morning and need a roll or two so that I can finish my shipments.

That prompted my husband to "volunteer" to go to the grocery store to get some for me.

Cuz we need milk too...

So I added packing tape and milk to the magnetic 'list' that hangs on the refrigerator, where the lone item needed as of this morning was only "chili powder"...

which prompted me to want to make another crock pot of chili this weekend

which then prompted hamburger, canned tomato's, and white beans to be added to the list.

And we're almost out of coffee cream

And I hollered "oh we need bananas" as my husband was closing the back door to leave for the store.

Then I had to call him on his cell phone because I noticed we'll need more bread and juice boxes for the kids lunches next week.

Then he called me to ask 1/2% or 1% on the milk.

Then I called him to tell him "no pink juice boxes" cuz one of the kids doesn't like cherry.

Then he called me again to ask "whole wheat" or "cracked wheat" on the bread.

I think I'll call him when he pulls in the driveway to tell him we need one more thing. We really don't, but I love messing with him.

But wait...

As I'm typing that last paragraph, he calls me AGAIN to tell me he's pulling in the driveway so "would you please unlock the back door for me?"

Bye y'all. Gotta go unlock the back door.