The Mr. does most of our grocery shopping and I am so grateful. Really I am. Of course, turning over this task has meant I must relinquish my demand that he shop "my way." He doesn't always see the need to stock the same items I do. He certainly doesn't agree that we need extras of anything. He does more impulse buying than I. I do more green bean buying than he. But he does the shopping and I am grateful.
Then there are moments like these...
Mac: "Why did you buy plain old vanilla ice cream? Nobody likes it."
Mr.: "I know nobody likes it. That way nobody eats it and it lasts longer."