The Cheetos Fight

There have been a couple times during the course of Josh and I's relationship where I have thought. This is it. The fight to end all fights. Usually I am wrong and in a couple months we have one that tops the last and all is good with life. Except there is one fight that happened roughly two years ago when a VERY pregnant lady and a VERY stubborn man went to get groceries on a limited budget and had the fight to end all fights.

Like I said... I was VERY pregnant and irritability just came with the normal daily routine during that time. Josh and I were extremely stressed with only one paycheck coming in and a baby literally weeks away. One thing we knew we could cut down on was groceries. We always had 'the talk' before going inside.

We're only getting generic. We don't need the expensive deli meat.

Yeah. That NEVER happened. We always went over our budget and we always regretted it. On this day I made it clear we WOULD be under budget and stick to our guns.

Halfway through the store and little in the cart I was feeling great. Josh was looking around and I was on a mission to make the groceries last us at least two weeks. Everything was adding up perfect and I was even able to snag a couple things on sale. Then i hit the chip aisle and the heavens parted. Angels sang and I saw a Family Size bag of Cheetos with my name on it. I felt like I earned it and we would still be under budget so I added the treat to my cart and went along my merry way.

I met up with Josh in the pasta aisle and he immediately spotted the Cheetos. The convo went a little something like this:

WHAT is this?
Uhh.. Cheetos. Duh.
Why are they in OUR cart!? You said we were on a budget.
I'm pregnant and I want Cheetos!
We can't afford them, just get the generic kind.
(this is when I black out from anger)
GENERIC CHEETOS!? Absolutely not! I will NOT eat generic Cheetos.
They taste the same babe, I promise!
They do not taste the same. WHO THE CUSS DO YOU THINK I AM? I want regular Cheetos.
No.
Yes.
Put them back, now!
I refuse, you can't make me!
(Josh attempts to take the Cheetos out of the cart)
(I immediately grab them and stomp/waddle away)
(Josh comes running)
Get back here we have a cart full of groceries.
You can get them yourself. I'm done shopping with you! Ahh! Why won't you let me just have the Cheetos!?
(insert pregnancy sobs and people staring)

Yes.
Josh and I were 'that couple' for a brief moment in the pasta aisle at the Hy-Vee on 56th & Old Cheney. If you had to witness it, I truly apologize. This fight taught me a lot of things about Josh and I's relationship. But the biggest thing it taught me is that I will never buy generic Cheetos. Even if I am on the tightest of budgets.