When Hubby is home, walking into my home after a day of errands is like walking in Natzi Germany, in broad daylight, while wearing Tefilin the day after Kristallnacht. You see, thanks to a certain App, he gets NASDAQ updates on my expenditures.
Hubby: What’s Manischewitz for $5?
Hubby: You bought 10 $5 boxes??
Me: No, some were the dessert mixes.
Hubby: What’s Paskesz?
Me: Kosher marshmallows.
Hubby: You spent $$$$ at the market?! Do you even look at prices??
Me: It’s for Passover!
Hubby: What’s that package over there?
Me: They’re going back.
Hubby: That’s good!
Me: They’re too small.
Hubby: What’s that box over there?
Me: Son’s cleats.
Hubby: What’s wrong with the two pair of cleats over there?
Me: They’re too big.
Anyhow, before the Fuhrer comes back from his errands, I best put my son’s new wardrobe away.