I just love Jeremy. He always keeps me guessing. And it's the little things, you know?
Some mornings of the week, Jeremy is out the door before we girls are out of bed. Every once in a while, he leaves behind a little mystery for me to figure out. For example, the other day, I found a pan of brownies in the fridge. We had made brownies the night before but I had no idea what they were doing in the fridge in the morning. And, it turns out, neither did Jeremy when I asked him about it later. "I don't know," he said, "I guess I just wasn't thinking about it." I guess I shouldn't laugh about that one too much. Once, in the same week, I left a frozen pizza on top of the fridge (fortunately Jeremy found it within a few days) and put an open jar of salsa back in the pantry.
This morning's mystery I still haven't figured out. Here's what I saw on the counter when I walked into the kitchen:
As you can see, this bag of shredded wheat has been opened in a manner most curious. There's the rip on the side, yes, but the top of the bag is also completely opened. Sometimes a picture tells a whole story but I admit I just can't figure out what happened here. Did he rip the bag down the side first (by accident? on purpose?), decide that it wasn't a good enough orifice from which to retrieve his cereal, and then open the bag properly? But why not open it properly in the first place? And if he did open it properly in the first place, why the extraneous rip down the side? WHY?!?
Sadly, we may never know. I asked Jeremy about it when he got home and he had no memory of the alleged cereal-bag-opening experience. Typical.
I wonder what he'll think of and then not remember next...
Some mornings of the week, Jeremy is out the door before we girls are out of bed. Every once in a while, he leaves behind a little mystery for me to figure out. For example, the other day, I found a pan of brownies in the fridge. We had made brownies the night before but I had no idea what they were doing in the fridge in the morning. And, it turns out, neither did Jeremy when I asked him about it later. "I don't know," he said, "I guess I just wasn't thinking about it." I guess I shouldn't laugh about that one too much. Once, in the same week, I left a frozen pizza on top of the fridge (fortunately Jeremy found it within a few days) and put an open jar of salsa back in the pantry.
This morning's mystery I still haven't figured out. Here's what I saw on the counter when I walked into the kitchen:
As you can see, this bag of shredded wheat has been opened in a manner most curious. There's the rip on the side, yes, but the top of the bag is also completely opened. Sometimes a picture tells a whole story but I admit I just can't figure out what happened here. Did he rip the bag down the side first (by accident? on purpose?), decide that it wasn't a good enough orifice from which to retrieve his cereal, and then open the bag properly? But why not open it properly in the first place? And if he did open it properly in the first place, why the extraneous rip down the side? WHY?!?
Sadly, we may never know. I asked Jeremy about it when he got home and he had no memory of the alleged cereal-bag-opening experience. Typical.
I wonder what he'll think of and then not remember next...