Something verrrrry peculiar is going on the Sample household. First, the hubby burns dinner,{get up to speed here} and now, today, I realize that we have . . umm . . NOTHING to eat in this house. Usually I'm over exaggerating when I describe anything, but as proof that unfortunately there is no exaggeration this time, I have evidence: A photo of our fridge.
My superstar hubby not only cooks but he also does the grocery shopping. This means I don't get anything that I want, but it also saves me the stress and hassle of going to the store. Plus, grocery isles distract me and I always end up with a bunch of sugary stuff that looks good, which ends up being expensive, AND which ends up in the trash a year later when it expires because I forgot about it. Total waste! I also hate to pushing the germ-ridden busted-wheeled grocery carts that refuse to travel in a straight line. In fact, that's one of the reasons I knew Jake was "THE ONE", he hates walking beside the cart, and I hate pushing it. DING DING DING: match made in heaven! But anyway, I'll save that story for another day.
So, here I am, starvin' like marvin and there is not a thing to eat in this house. So either:
- A.) Jake has not grocery shopped in the hopes that I'll do it, start doing it ALL the time, and like it. [Doubtful.] or
- B.) We're even poorer then I thought??! Hmmm.......
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