We had a late lunch (Halal Guys) so skipped dinner. Though we did have cheese and crackers at 10 pm.

Before we went grocery shopping today, I told Mr. CE we needed to get more cookies. Actual conversation:

Him: No! No more cookies. We shouldn't be eating them.
Me: Fine, I'll just hide them
Him: You can't hide anything in this house* from me! I'll find it all.
Me: Really? Because we've had Jeni's Ice Cream (his favorite) in the house for the last month and you haven't found it.

(We only have two combo fridge-freezers, so it's amazing that conversation was 10 hours ago and he still apparently hasn't found it. But I think he forgot again.)

* He's a peanut butter addict, and at our old condo bought single-serving PBs and then gave me permission to hide them around the house so he couldn't eat them all at once. I had to keep a running list of where I'd hid it. Among the spots -- in the guestroom bedside table, in the water pan of our old-school radiators (this was in the summer), in the back of his closet, in the linen closet, in the wine fridge and in knick-knack accessory boxes in the living room.