I went shopping with my husband today and I don’t know why, but I hate food shopping. It bugs me to no end, the whole process. I hate looking at all the choices of different products, that I don’t really care about. Just give me some butter, I don’t want to figure out which one is better, cheaper, not sweet, salted. I just want to go in my refrigerator at home and HAVE butter. That’s why I love the usual process of my husband leaving me at home in my nice bed on Sunday morning while HE deals with that pesky process which he seems to ENJOY! I know, isn’t he crazy?
He likes all the coupon cutting, the searching through all the different product sizes, names, types. But we do eat top-shelf from this whole process. Oh, pulease, kill me now. Last night, like an idiot I said I would accompany him on his shopping trip, and boy did I regret my big mouth this morning as he reminded me of my promise to accompany him. It was torture. We have to traipse through like 3 stores to get all the different stuff! Yuck! Is it really necessary?
Then on to a specialty store for really good cold cuts and bread. There we have to take a number and wait and wait and wait at the bread counter. While they slowly take care of one person at a time at the counter you invariably get an obnoxious mother with unruly kids in front of you so you really wish you could poke your own eyes out with an icepick! Then on to the cold cut counter, where now you wait as they hand cut each cold cut as slowly as possible and stop so you can taste each one, to see if it’s cut “just right”! Oh, please save me! At this point I don’t give a s@#t. Of course I will later when I want to have a sandwich. Then God forbid if the cold cuts are not just right, then I’m a “bi#%h on wheels!!”
Then on to the regular food store where we do not buy anything unless it’s on sale, or have a coupon. Unless I’m shopping. Then I buy anything that catches my fancy, and nowadays it’s just amazing what you can find in a food store! They have all kind of fun stuff, that I really don’t need but I “have to have!”
Today, I just wanted to be done, so there was no dilly dallying, and we were done pretty quickly, Thank God! My husband wanted to stop at another store for big bottles of water because they were on sale for 88cents but he cut me a break because he knew I really just had to get home!!
Then the fun of unpacking the stupid car and putting the junk away. There is never any room in the refrigerator, so I just throw everything that’s in the vegetable bins out, to make room for the new stuff. Great idea, right. I like to think so. I’m sure the grocers love me. More money for them. Then we’re done, and I’m exhausted, and I swear I’m never going again.