We need a judge’s ruling on isle four.

Publix (Supermarket) – Our nominee for husband of the quarter and everyone’s hero, yours truly, was shopping grocery style with the family. Cheryl, the wife and household fashion consultant, sent me on a mission to retrieve some facial tissue – greasy style. I came back with two boxes just as I was ordered. Ten minutes later Cheryl erupts with indignation: “you got brown and green??” Here I think I’m well on my way to enshrinement in someone’s hall of fame (I’m accepting offers), and I’m dinged for getting the wrong color Kleenex box? “John, those colors don’t match our bathrooms.”

After fifteen years knowing each other, you think it’s too late to claim color blindness?