Saturday I went to the market to pick up groceries for the week. Apparently, we needed bread. I don't eat bread, so I never pay attention to whether or not we have any. I didn't know we needed bread, so I didn't get any.

There were a few things I couldn't find at my local market, so I made plans to go to another market later on that day or possibly on Sunday. I ended up going to the other market on Sunday, late in the afternoon.

Sunday morning, I wake up and make breakfast for DH and me. Eggs baked in avocadoes, topped with cheese and bacon, deeeeeelicious!!! DH likes toast, but I still hadn't gotten any bread, so I took an English muffin and popped it in the toaster. Sunday, around 4pm, I finally made it to the other grocery store and got bread.

Monday evening, I get home from work. I was going to make a meatloaf, so I reached up to the top of the fridge to get a piece of bread to put in the bottom of the loaf pan to soak up the grease. The bread bag was empty. Like only the two heels were left. I was like this - :jawdrop:

DH walked in to the kitchen as I was shaking my head and mumbling to myself. He said, "what's up?" I told him that I didn't know how, but that an entire loaf of bread had been consumed in one day??? He looked straight in my eyes and said, "well you didn't buy any bread."

I told him that, in fact, I HAD gotten some on Sunday when I went to the other market. He told me there was no way that BabyVoice and Karate Kid could have eaten an entire (giant) loaf of bread by themselves in roughly 24 hours, so obviously, while I thought I picked up bread, I really didn't. Again, I was like this - :jawdrop: (For background, Karate Kid gets up at 8, and is at work from 9-4 at the Tae Kwon Do studio, so I was pretty sure he hadn't wolfed down most of a loaf of bread before he left or after he got home. He has cash and a car, so he is always picking up lunch or a snack from Subway or any one of the other sandwich shops because he "doesn't like white bread.")

I walked away, went next door to borrow some bread and came back and finished up making dinner. While the meatloaf was in the oven, I found the receipt from the market trip in my purse, walked upstairs and put it on DH's desk.

Do you guys know that he looked at the receipt, scrutinizing it to find the date?

Like I would lie about a loaf of bread - lol!!

I just looked at him and said, "really? you're gonna go Disney a out a loaf of bread?"

Imagine if it really was something important????

Ugh...

By the way, there is STILL no bread in the house...