Aldi. Enough said. I should just post that but I am afraid you would then be on the edge of your seats until next Thursday. I would feel bad.
Will the grocery shopping sagas never end? The minus 13 degree temp only added to the adventure, I must say. The van warmed up as soon as we hit the parking lot. The littles were great in the store. It was momma who had a hard time. I counted 4 handles that ripped off my bags and one bag landed on the ground with the contents skittering across the ice. Quite graceful really. My unmentionables went the farthest. They won. Should I mention unmentionables? Too late. God forbid anyone find out I am really a woman. I checked my list again in the van and just couldn't bring myself to shop at County Market. I just didn't have it in me. I'm spent and it's not even 10:30.
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So the car warmed up again when you reached your driveway?
Hey, here's my grocery tale from yesterday. No matter how I sliced my day, the grocery trip was really going to be a squeeze. And it was. The big kids had a 1/2 day, so I was late getting there to pick them up after the grocery trip. And they had hair cuts an hour after we got home. (Which was more like 40 min. after we got home, after I was done being late :D)
So when it was time to leave for the haircuts, I said - wait, let me just put away the frozen stuff. Oh yea, and the milk. And the yogurt. The veggies can wait til we get back.
Well, we got back, and I had to start dinner. So the veggies didn't get put away until after dinner. Oh yea. And the - lunch meat? How could I forget I bought lunch meat? So, I don't know, 8 hours after I put it in my cart, it went into my fridge. And we're not talking just bologna here. I'm sure I could have left the salami out almost all night. But turkey? And oooh, I bet the roast beef is going to be delicious!
Side of e-coli, anyone?
So, I'm finishing putting away the boxes of dry stuff now. But I did get a coat of paint on our bathroom last night. Somehow, I feel I could improve on my time management skills.
Hope your day gets better. Would a cup of hot chocolate help?
Karla
The hot chocolate is helping! How did you know?
I feel your pain Karla with a K. It's that rushing around in the cold wind that wears me out. I am parked on the couch. Join me.
I Know!
What is it about unmentionables?
I mean really! It's been like- 20 years! What's the deal with buying them?
Last Sat. I was at Target and ran into a mom from church. Terror. Complete Terror. I had my Blue Box on top of the items in my cart! EEeeks it's the BLUE BOX! Oh Ya, and I had a BLUE BAG! With green on it! Is she gonna look in my cart? Is she gonna look in my cart? Yep she did. I saw the look. The quick peek and turn away quick. Hi- Bye. See you later.
I quick covered up the Blue box and bag with my new bathroom carpet. Good Grief.
Carla, I went grocery shopping today too. It completely wears me out, especially in this cold.
I always find it funny that many times when I am buying the unmentionables, the cashier is a teenage boy. In fact, one time when I bought a bunch of bras, a teenage boy cashier had to take each and every one off its hanger. Good times.
Kris, once I was underwear shopping at Victoria's Secret and there was a legitimate male clerk working--who very politely looked at me and advised me which bra size to buy!!! Equal Opportunity or not that was just weird!
Carla, I've also been in Wal-Mart and had items in my cart that were even more personal than the "unmentionables" we've been referring to...and Wade and I ended up running into Nancy Burman from church, and then Rich and Sharon Marr. As we sat and chatted with them all, I was wishing I had something else--anything else-- in my cart to cover items up with!
I thought we weren't mentioning the unmentionables.
Kj-
When buying EXTREMELY private items take a big purse with you so you can quick throw it over said items in a moments notice :o
Oops, Sorry Carla, no talk about unmentionables! At least I didn't mention any...........
Haha, sometimes I go through the checkout with the teenage boy on purpose.
Is that mean?
Not mean. Hilarious.
One time when I was pregnant with I don't know who, I went through the checkout with the young grandma-type at the register. She looked at my one telling item and smiled saying, "I remember that."
It was an enema bottle.
Hey long lost blogity buddy! I am so glad to see that you are still blogging! I wasn't sure if I would find you active when I clicked on your link. ((HUGS))
Grocery shopping is not fun! It isn't fun anytime...much less when it is cold! Bags breaking...not fun! ((HUGS))
LENE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No way!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How are you?? It has been so long and now you are back! All is right again. :) ((HUGS))
I feel your pain!!
Oh, I DO feel your pain!
You guys are funny.
The only thing I'm thinkin' is ... I think it could have been worse ... but it just DEPENDS on what unmentionables we're all not talking about, doesn't it?
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