I came home one day to find the pantry stocked. Stocked with potato chips and beef jerky that is.

I asked hubby, “Are you expecting another flood?” (We have had some severe flooding and we were both stranded for several hours (in separate spots), so that was my first guess.)

No, that wasn’t it.

One for me, two for him. One for me, three for him . . .

“Are you getting ready to hibernate for the winter?”

No, that wasn’t it either.

“They were on sale,” he announced, happy to get such a good deal.

Oh, that explains everything.