Thursday, October 19, 2006

autumn

The Land of Evermor - Prairie Du Sac, WI
October 2006

posted by Laurel @ 10/19/2006 09:52:00 PM 0 comments

Sunday, October 01, 2006

designated grocery-getter

I love grocery shopping. I love everything about it. Clipping coupons, picking out produce, reading labels. Planning. Meals.

Planning. Meals.

For me, grocery shopping is everything I love about shopping, but I get to smell freshly baked apple fritters and rotissere chicken while doing it.

Just last Sunday, I suggested to Jered that we go grocery shopping together. I asked him to please come along, thinking that he might enjoy the things that I enjoy so much about grocery shopping, even though I know he hates it. Mostly I just needed someone to help me carry in the groceries from the car.

I thought it would be a good bonding experience, even though my parents never grocery shop together and now I know why.

It could not have been a worse bonding experience, even if I had just watched the entire 2005 NFL Draft with Jered and me on separate couches, not speaking to one another except for when I ask Jered do you want to get a pizza or something.

But it was't bad because I had high expectations for it to be really great.

Rather, it was bad because what team drafted Aaron Rogers in April 2005? And what same team played at noon on the day that we went to the grocery store at 11am?

And who convinced me to wait until Sunday to do OUR grocery shopping an hour before the Green Bay Packers kickoff?

And how cute is Aaron Rogers?

I am convinced that Jered wanted us to go grocery shopping at this unbelievably busy time because he wanted me to associate his presence with a BAD SHOPPING DAY.

He thought his plan would work because as a result of this bad shopping day, I would never ask him to grocery shop with me again.

Little does he know that I won't be asking him to grocery shop with me again because he does't put the chicken in the extra plastic bag from the meat department.

I pick the mold off my bread when I want to make a sandwich with it. But no bag around the package of chicken breasts? Now that is just gross.

posted by Laurel @ 10/01/2006 08:49:00 AM 0 comments