Burr Under My Saddle

So every once in a while I get a "burr under my saddle" about something small. You know, things like leaving dishes in strange places, crap piling up on the kitchen counter, toys not put away. Small things. Usually not a big deal. Then BAM! The stars align and I get fussy.

This particular burr was about not restocking the fridge with drinks. How hard is it to replace what you take out? Especially if it's the last one.

I'm heading out the door planning to grab a Sierra Mist for the road. Open fridge... Nothing! Find husband in the office drinking a cold Sierra Mist. "Is that the LAST cold Sierra Mist?" I ask. Imagine an accusing tone. Out the door I go minus my beverage of choice.

Finally back home. Change clothes, chat with Tim, piddle. Finally open fridge. Laugh like a hyena!


Every available space was stocked with Sierra Mist. I think he emptied out the shelves at the grocery store. My loving husband, the jokester! I love my life! I never know where the next laugh will come from.