The man just loves him some saltines.
Last night was the annual neighborhood Ladies Night Christmas Bash at my friend Paula's house, so I ran out early in the day to buy ingredients for my Mom's hot crab dip recipe and a box of assorted VERY fancy, non-soda crackers for dipping. You know the kind shaped like butterflies and ovals and flavored with sesame and rye and what have you? Well, I got the dip made and the platter of crackers arranged just before Al came in from work to take over kid duty while I ran up to primp for the party. I left one little sleeve of the crackers in the box because it wouldn't fit on my platter, and popped it in the pantry on my way out of the kitchen.
I was upstairs installing a fortress of hot rollers around the crown of my hair when there came a light tap on the bathroom door. Al's face appeared in a tiny opening and he held up the fancy cracker box so I could see it and said, "Are the fancy crackers in here for the party tonight or do you care if I have them with my sandwich?"
"Oh you're welcome to them honey but I bought you a new box of saltines, too. Did you not see them?"
"I saw them but I want these. I love 'em!" he said.
"Wow! I had no idea you loved fancy crackers!" I exclaimed.
"Hey, I married you, didn't I?"