At least he's thinking. Sort of.

I get irrationally mad when someone eats my leftovers. That someone will remain nameless but I've been married to him for 9 years and he sleeps close enough to where I could smother him for his actions. 

Anyways, he knows I hate this. He randomly takes one piece of chicken or shrimp or a bite here or there of my leftovers. 

I should know better than to leave a Krispy Kreme raspberry filled doughnut in  wrapped up in the microwave so I can eat in the next morning. I really should. After all this time, how do I not know better? 

But then again, I know he loves KK doughnuts more than anything. It's his weakness. 

I guess I should be glad he at least left half for me. Right?

In his defense, he said Bella somehow stood 6 feet tall, turned her paws into hands, opened the microwave and ate half of my doughnut and then carefully placed it back in the microwave.