My husband has the memory of an elephant. Except when it comes to food orders. There have been dozens of examples over the years including what I have come to call the Super Spud incident. I couldn't even tell you what I actually ordered - a fiesta spud maybe? But I ended up with a super spud. It was nothing at all like what I had requested be ordered other than the fact that it was indeed a potato, but that was where the similarities ended.
Tonight I can add another item to the super spud list. I came home and promptly went to bed with a fever. I sent Kevin to the store for Cran Raspberry juice later in the evening. When I woke up he brought me a glass. It was sweet. Much sweeter than my normal Cran Raspberry. I asked him what it was and he insisted it was exactly what I asked for. I knew it wasn't, but was too tired to go look.
And sure enough, come morning I discovered that had gotten Cran Cherry instead. I polished off the bottle and sent him back to the store for more. He came home with a little of Cran Everything. I am guessing he once again forgot which one I wanted and got one of each just in case...
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