I sent Brandon to the pharmacy to get my monthly supply of medicine yesterday. Since I have epilepsy, it's always a hassle to keep up on my medication and all, so it was nice of him to do that errand for me. However, when it came time to take my medicine last night, there was no medicine to be found. We searched high and low, and finally decided we'd find it in the morning. Morning came, and we searched his car. He noticed that a white bag from Wendy's was in the car - one that he thought he'd thrown away.

Turns out my sweet husband had actually bought my medicine, went to Wendy's, eaten, and then brought my medicine bag inside and thrown it directly into the trash. Guess his underlying resentment toward medical costs has finally surfaced. At least the medicine was okay. The once white bag was icky, but the pills were fine.