As most newlyweds tend to do, my husband and I have started running our errands together. Save time, save gas and spend a little quality time together. It sounds all well and good in theory. What's cuter than your 6'3" hubby pushing the shopping cart through the local grocery store trying to decide which brand has the better deal on Swiss cheese? That cute vision can quickly become a nightmare!First of all, I have to acknowledge the fact that I HATE grocery shopping. I know the germ covered cart I insist on wiping down with antibacterial wipes gets me going. Aside from that, I just can't put my finger on it. Maybe because it takes me three hours to pick up essentials? Ya know - bread, milk, cheese, toilet paper, etc. After I compare calories, cost, one-ply vs. two I feel mentally drained. But I can't bring myself to order groceries online through a convenience company.
Well now I thought wonderful, I have someone to drag along with me. Misery loves company! Another rookie mistake. It all started off with sparkling wine. My husband and I just visited Michigan's wine country. We purchased nine bottles of our favorite Chardonnays, Cabernets, Demi-Secs and Merlots. We came home with six. We are in no need of any more bottles to add to our collection, or at least that's what I thought.
Nick decided we really need a sparkling wine. We don't have any and apparently everyone needs a bottle of sparkling wine. I said I really don't think we need any, we have enough at home. Not the answer he was looking for so he sulked into the next aisle.
He made it through the remainder of the trip with minimal pouting, until we stumbled upon an aisle filled with some of our worst, most notorious vices - frozen pizzas and appetizers. I know, terrible for you. Chalked full of preservatives and empty calories. But sometimes you just gotta have some! Well in an effort to fill our freezer and pantry with more wholesome foods I made note that we didn't need the personal pizzas with 670 calories a serving and no we didn't need the box of mozzarella sticks for nearly $4 a box for 6 measly, greasy cheese sticks.
Nick was not a happy camper. I got caught up in calorie counting and price comparing, as I tend to do in grocery stores, I realized Nick was being awfully quiet for someone who had to have cheese sticks.
I looked over...Nick had deserted me, took off with the cart and all! I searched high and low, down each aisle, going back to the frozen section thinking I'd catch him stocking our cart with the mini-pizzas and cheese sticks! But no such luck.
So I gave up and headed to the door thinking he could just meet me at the car when I see him checking out at the register like everything was just peachy keen. I walked over in a huff, holding my breath and gave him the meanest glare that totally said, "How dare you walk away with our grocery cart, not filled with all the things you want and make me search for you!" I refused to talk all the way to the car, when he looks over at me with this pitiful, childlike voice and says, "All I wanted were some cheese sticks".
Married couple fight over really stupid things #1 out of 1,000,000+ I'm sure. Lesson for the day: if you must run your errands as a team, make a list before you go to the store and do not under any circumstances deviate! Otherwise you could be battling over wine and cheese in Aisle 13!
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