So, call me silly, sentimental, or just totally crazy, but I wanted to keep the shopping list and the receipt from the groceries Wyatt and I bought Sunday night. And he ripped it up into about sixty pieces. Oops. (On another note, I’m not sure why he thought it was necessary to rip up the receipt anyway…but that’ll be a lesson for another day, I’m sure.)

He apologized a lot, and I realized it really had very little, if any sentimental value to us, now, or ever. So we both got over it.

Still, lesson learned.