We were running late this morning for the train, so mr rampy had me call out food items for him to pack for my lunch while I finished getting ready.

Despite the fact that he often sees me purchasing little individual cups of cottage cheese and, in fact, never passes up a chance to make fun of them, he somehow interpreted "CHEESE!" as 'huge leftover hunk of Gouda in a Ziplock baggie' and packed that instead.

"Wow," I thought later at work, staring at the cheese lump on my desk, "a loaf of bread and a flask of water and I'm ready to go questing across Middle Earth."