Bean Counter

I don't know if anyone but Michelle will appreciate this since she witnessed the whole thing, but let me enlighten you all with the weirdness that is my husband.

Wednesday Michelle and her family came up for a 4th of July cookout, and after the meal we were in the kitchen cleaning up and putting away the leftovers. Tuell is notorious for putting away the tiniest bits of food -- wouldn't want to waste even a drop, right?! So I turn around Wednesday and here he is putting the remaining baked beans into a little plastic dish to save. Seriously it looked like maybe five beans swimming in maybe a cup of the soupy baked bean goop.

So of course I asked him, "What are you doing saving five beans?!" He insisted that there were at least 100 beans, and after some silly bickering, he put his bean treasure in the fridge.

Tonight I got out his baked bean soup so he could drink it with his burgers, and what does he do? He sits there and COUNTS THE BEANS as he puts them on his plate so he can prove me wrong.

Know what?

There were 103 beans in that soupy gunk.