Chugging honey

Ronnie often goes into the kitchen at night in search of "something sweet." Unfortunately for him, I rarely stock the cupboards with the kind of treats that satisfy his raging sweet tooth.

So last night when he meandered into the kitchen, I figured he would return empty handed since the only sweet thing I could think of was some frozen chocolate chips.

Then I saw him with the honey. It was the kind where the container is in the shape of a bear. I could not imagine what he was going to do with the honey, so I called him out on it...and he slinked back into the kitchen around the corner so I couldn't see...

But I did see! He squirted the honey right into his mouth! A LOT of honey! My husband is a closet honey chugger!

Am I dreaming?

It's pouring here. I thought it was always sunny in California. The grill cover will not stay on, and I'm pretty sure the ceiling is leaking in our apartment.

I think this is the first time that it has rained in the 6 months that we've lived here. I'm just so confused! This is California!