peanut butter.

for the first two years of our marriage, hubby and i kept creamy peanut butter stocked in the house. i don't know who bought that first jar of creamy. we never talked about it. we never talked about the peanut butter at all except to let the next one to the grocery store know we were out.

one day, hubby goes to make a pb&j and he looks over his shoulder at me and says oh-so-matter-of-factly, 'i wish you liked chunky. i miss it.'

to which i flabbergastedly, and quickly, replied 'what are you talking about? i've only been buying the creamy for you. i love chunky. chunkier the better.'

lesson learned: you always must communicate because even the littlest things shouldn't be assumed. also learned: hubby and i are even more compatible now than when we first got married. how sweet.