Why I sometimes wonder why I married.

"When are you planning to run today? Before or after I go to the grocery store?"

"I was actually thinking of leaving in a minute."

"For how long?"

"I don't know...hour and a half. Maybe two hours. Then you can hit the commissary."

"But then you'll be back right at Munchkin's nap time."

"So?"

"Well, that means I'll be shopping while he sleeps and I won't get any sort of a break today."

"Sure you will. You'll get a break at the store."

Note that it is my husband who has asked me to go to the store. To walk up and down the aisles and stand in a half hour check-out line to buy items for him.