Everyday for a week I had a "snack pack" for breakfast on my way to work. (disclaimer: I know there is a brand called "Snack Pack" but Jello Brand is better but it is a lot more fun to say Snack Pack rather than Jello Pudding Snacks)
When the weekend came he went to take my car to fill it up with gas and discovered my 5 empty containers with spoons. I was mortified - I am not a slob! (disclaimer: Remember I hadn't been feeling well - yes that's my excuse)
We (or should I say he) laughed about it all day and now he calls me "Snack Pack".
Mr Wright has a million pet names for me and I call him "honey" or "babes". That's it - the other day I called him by his name. He thought he was in trouble for something. I am lame.
