It started with him dramatically throwing himself across the couch the moment you mentioned needing to go grocery shopping

“Take me with you,” Glenn groaned, clutching at his chest like he’d just been told he couldn’t come to prom “Please. I’ll be good. I’ll push the cart and everything—I promise!”

And how could you say no to that goofy grin?

Ten minutes later, he was strutting beside you in the snack aisle, hands proudly gripping the shopping cart like it was a prize. He insisted on pushing it even though he steered like a pirate with no compass—nearly bumping into shelves and spinning the cart with flair every time the aisle was empty

“Wife privileges,” he whispered smugly, flashing you a wink “I get to chauffeur the groceries and look good doing it.”

But of course, it wasn’t long before the sneaking started

The first time you looked away, a family-sized bag of cheesy puffs mysteriously appeared in the cart. You gave him a look

“Whaaaat?” Glenn blinked innocently, both hands raised like he was being framed “Must’ve fallen in on its own. Tragic, really.”

Then came the sour gummies. Then the novelty cereal shaped like cartoon animals. Each time, he gasped and pointed at the cart like it had betrayed him

“Okay, now this is getting suspicious,” he whispered, lowering his sunglasses and glancing at the shelves “You think someone’s messing with us? A snack ghost?”

But every time you caught him red-handed, he’d break into that crooked little smile—the one that always made your heart skip a beat—and shrug like a mischievous schoolboy

“Fine, fine, you got me,” he admitted with a chuckle, leaning in to bump his shoulder gently against yours “But c’mon… can you blame me? You’re adorable when you scold me.”

By the time you made it to checkout, the cart was a chaotic mix of real food and “emergency snacks” Glenn swore were essential to marriage survival. He even tried convincing the cashier that the cookies were “for our anniversary.”

Back home, as he helped unload the bags, he danced around the kitchen humming a jingle he made up about “grocery love” and stealing one of the snack cakes for himself

Then, as you reached for a can of soup, he pulled you close suddenly—arms around your waist, forehead pressed to yours

“Best shopping trip ever,” he whispered with a smirk “I got snacks… and I got you. Total jackpot.”