I made a list of the groceries I need to make the tart we're taking to a potluck wedding reception today, and I told the Sleepy-Voiced Husband to add whatever he thought we needed to get for the week. He scribbled for about two seconds, then brought the pad back to me. Tossing it on the table, he said,
"There, that should do it for the week. Hell, two weeks."
This is why I love him.