And THIS is why I do the grocery shopping.

So in my family (the one I was born into, the one that you attach the words in-law to, and just the two of us as a couple), it's well known that I'm a decently book smart kind of girl, but I do dumb things.  Really dumb things. These dumb things are never due to an attention seeking purpose, just something I kind of naturally do.  Another thing to note is that even though my parents, sister, and husband are all blonde (all a general shade of gold), I'm still the "dumb blonde" of the bunch.  My husband is convinced that "blonde moments" only happen to women (as if somehow this is all determined in genetics) and it's very rare that I can call him on these "moments" himself (though they could also be considered a "he's a man" kind of thing)).  Therefore, I give you ladies (sorry gents if there are any), last night's grocery blunder.

Lord help me, I sent my husband to the store ( a five minute drive from here) for soft flour tortilla shells.  I was making fajitas for dinner and realized we only had two shells left in the fridge, I had already been to Walmart on my way home from my second job and was in the middle of cooking. 

I said to him that we were about out of soft taco shells, and asked if he could please finish whatever he was doing on the Xbox One and bring us home some more, or it wouldn't be much of a dinner.  Before he (kind of grudgingly) left, I said make sure to get MEDIUM sized soft flour tortillas, I even explained where to find them.  

Now when I cook New Mexican kind of food, I usually make either quesadillas or enchiladas, using medium to large soft flour tortillas.  I hate the corn kind.  I don't think there's ever been a time where I've bought tortillas any smaller than the medium sized.  My big mistake was that I used the words tortillas and taco shells interchangeably.  

So there I am, finishing the cooking when he arrives home.  I open the bag and find myself with 20 (two bags/packets), 6 inch taco sized shells.  Here's the following conversation.

Me: Honey, why did you buy 2 bags of 6 inch taco shells?
Him: Because you said we needed taco shells.
Me:  Yes, but I said MEDIUM sized.
Him:  They didn't have anything labeled MEDIUM.
Me:  Ok, well they come in different sizes, labeled or not.
Him:  These were the sizes, Taco, Fajita, and Burrito.
Me: And WHAT are we having for dinner?  FAJITAS!
Him, now catching on and feebly losing the battle with a sheepish smile: Well... you said taco shells!

And THIS my dear Watson is why I do the grocery shopping.

His saving grace?  He got flour, not corn.