Just hearing hubby open the cabinet… chomp into chips… makes my hair stand on end. Its not so much the loud noises as I hear his salivary glands disseminate the tortilla, although that does drive me crazy! Its knowing that after he faux crumbles the bag up in a pathetic attempt to close it, (without one of the 30 snack magnet closers), he’ll just shove it wherever he wants.

Add to the refrigerator and freezer which looks like he ransacked it, and I imagine I’ll just be part of the scrolling at the bottom of the major stations- in no time soon!