When The Lawyer and I do grocery shopping, one person does it for both people--even if items need to go to our two separate apartments. It's just easier to make one trip. Since one of us (*ahem*) is bound by ball and chain to her books, the other one of us (The Lawyer) is usually the one to do the grocery shopping.
Tomorrow, we are attending a cookout for my friend's daughters, who are being baptized at church. The Lawyer's job is to man the grill, so he was picking up lamb for kabobs, as well as flowers, which I asked him to get for the girls. These are the texts that I received:
Let this be your evidence that men want to help with domestication. He said it, not me.