no boys allowed in the bunker

I started slowly prepping for isolation back in January because I'm paranoid and I pay attention to global news. My husband ragged on me so hard. He'd be like "Go ahead and do it if you want, but I think it's pointless." He'd bring up my prepping in front of the in-laws and they'd all mock me for being so silly. I give him plenty of shit for his quirks, so turn about is usually fair play, but this annoyed me because I felt I was doing the right thing to keep our family safe.

So. All the things I stocked up on with him in mind are just slightly wrong. He likes spearmint toothpaste, I got him wintermint. I bought him the wrong deodorant. He doesn't like 2-in-1 shampoo, so that's what he got. I got him chicken ramen even though he prefers beef. Oh, he wanted tuna in water? Oops, it's tuna in olive oil WITH HERBS AND SPICES.

I love him, but I would mail him an exploding box of glitter if I wouldn't have to be the one to clean it up.