Last Saturday I spent 6 hours in 4 different stores shopping for the month's groceries. I was so tuckered out and maybe just a tad bit on edge. I am beginning to loathe the first of the month.
E took pity on my and said he'd divy out the bulk meat for me into smaller portions for the freezer. It's an annoying job at the end of a long shopping spree.
But not E. He measures. For.real. I'm not even kidding.
Is anyone else crackin' up with me?
Oh my. I do appreciate that his love language is accuracy...and spreadsheets.