I just spent 45 minutes making a grocery list for the Thriller for this weekend, explaining, in detail, everything he should look for (he’s wonderful like that — very patient and thorough).

Why didn’t I just get up 45 minutes earlier and go myself? Cripes.

And why is it that I finally got a good 6 hours of sleep, and I still feel like a dustbin? Answer me my questions, um, two.


4 thoughts on “Y’know…

  1. PKPudlin

    I’ll spend the same time explaining the list and making the list. My husband will nod, and then go to the store and leave the list on the counter. Then he’ll spend $100 and only get about 1/3 of the things on the list.




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