Last night I went out and had a few beers and a lot of laughs. The Man also went out, but separately. I went to bed around midnight, and he came in a little later. He apparently drank some water and ate some triscuits before climbing the stairs to bed. He left lots of crumbs on the floor and and counter, and this in the refrigerator:
Thank goodness that empty bag made it into the fridge. I would hate for it to have gone bad.