Every week, yes every week, I get back from food shopping I get a third degree on why I only got one of those, why not two. Or I haven't bought enough stuff ("there are three of us, you know"). I came back with eight freaking bags full today and OH looks at me with this disapproving, perplexed look: "why did you only get me two loaves, I asked for three loaves?" AIBU to say that for a split second I thought about ramming those two loaves onto his smug gob, including wrapping, and walking out there and then?