"I'm going to run to Wal-Mart tonight during soccer practice if you want me to get some groceries," my husband told me Tuesday afternoon. Great, I thought, because I had such a busy weekend that I didn't get to the store at all.

"Just grab some basics and stuff for lunches," I told him quickly, as per usual I was in the middle of 50 things at work and didn't have time to spell it out. "Oh, but make sure to get dog food. We definitely need that."

The fridge and cupboards were pretty bare — hardly any milk, eggs and bread, which are the staples in our house. No lunch meat or cheese or granola bars or fruit either — all stuff we use during the week for bagged lunches. (I was getting to the point of having to get really creative when making the kids lunches, like giving them Cheerios as a snack.)

I was really glad he was going to get to the store because I was booked through about 10 that night. But as it turns out, my expectations were a bit high. When I checked the cupboards and fridge when I arrived home, it became clear that my idea of "the basics" is much, much different than his.

No milk, no bread, no eggs. No lunch meat. No fruit.

Here's what he did get:
3 bags of different flavored Cheetos
1 bag of Ruffles potato chips
1 box of Hot and Spicy Cheez Its
A big container of peanut butter
A box of individually wrapped cookie packs
Nutter Butters
Grape-flavored sqeeze-type drinks
8 Chobani Greek yogurts (This was bought for me, because I apparently he thinks I consume mass amounts of yogurt.)

Oh, I almost forgot. Dog food. He did get that. Guess I have to give the guy a little credit ...