What happened was that DH came home with some hot dogs and buns and ate them. Unbeknownst to me, DH put the extra hot dogs in the freezer so that they wouldn't go bad. The next day, Lulu and I (yep - she had one too) found some hot dogs in the refrigerator and assumed that they were leftover from DH. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and we ate the hot dogs; she had one and I had two.
DH came home and asked, "What happened to all of the hot dog buns?"
"We ate them with our hot dogs," was my reply. DUH-UH!
"Uh, what hot dogs?" he asked and then the story unfolded.
Is that gross or what? He grabbed the hot dog wrapper from the fridge and noted the "best if used by October 2008" date. Bluck!