And so it begins....

Last night my husband decided we (that is WE..plural) NEEDED to go to the grocery store.
COME ON now! I did the grocery list and laid out all the recipes he wanted. What else?!
He insisted he couldn't possibly get allllll of the Thanksgiving ingredients without me. So I changed out of the preggie mumu for some preggie jeans and off we went.
I only peed on myself ONCE! (From laughter. Hey..I'm carrying VERRRRY low).
Luckily I remembered to dress for such an instance. Still. Gross.
So I tell him to hand me half of the list and he can do the other half and I'd meet him in the bakery.
OH . HELL. NO.
He wants to do it all himself so that he knows what he bought and if he has it when he is looking for it back home.
HE just wants to make sure it is the RIGHT thing.
Wha?
So I get to schlep up and down the aisles with him saying things like "No..get the low sodium stock" and "Never buy low fat cheese for a recipe like this are YOU NUTS?"
This whole thing somehow took a mere 2 hours.
At the end of it he declared "I cannot believe this cart is full to the brim and I'm about to spend THIS MUCH MONEY on food for THREE PEOPLE for one day".
I said...Um..okay then. What would you like to cut out..I'm fine with whatever.
At which point I thought he was going to lose it "We can't cut anything it wouldn't be THANKSGIVING".
The man has never had the likes of my thanksgiving and now that he has he refuses to go backwards.
IT's good he see's what goes into this thing.
When we got home he put everything away BY HIMSELF. Usually he drops everything on the counter and heads for the remote. This time he refused to let us so much as help.
He needs to know where EVERYTHING IS he said.
Oh..THIS is going to be FUN!