This was his idea, not mine. He thinks he's saving money & I hate to grocery shop - so it's a total win win in that area.
Now honey, if you're reading this - and I know you are since you saw your name, put on your sense of humor pants and just in case you forget to be good humored, I love you :)
Then out the door he goes, and the phone rings. My gosh, honey - you just pulled out of the driveway - what could you possibly need?
Ok, now onto the grocery store...First, the produce aisle -- picks up the phone Dial "Sweetness". That's me. Isn't he cute?
He came home with what he thought was right and got 2 bags. Not his fault, the grocery store does not have what the farmer's market has.
I truly do appreciate my husband doing the grocery shopping - as I said, I hate it. He can tolerate the deli line & he also leaves the house at like 7 am on a Sunday morning. Momma is still enjoying her beauty sleep at that time.
He strolls through the store and flirts with the seafood lady. He runs into the other grocery dads here & there. They compare notes about the kids (the big ones) and move along. It's like the coffee clutch for dads. Or not...
On a serious note - yes there may be 1200 phone calls & arguments from the second he walks out the door until he walks back in with 8 bag of groceries BUT he is willing to step up and help me out. That is something I truly appreciate...
And every once in a while, I totally mess with him & these are the makings of really good stories! (click on the link for another story)
Thank you for reading my blog!
PS. Love you, honey :) xxoo