I went grocery shopping tonight. Not a big list to get, but enough that it couldn’t wait another day. When I had 80% of the grocery list in my grocery cart, they announced that the store was unable to take debit or credit cards and were currently cash and checks only.
Umm… right.
I had to go to the ATM like some kind of plebian.
Here’s Robin trying hard to not cheer me up.
I went grocery shopping tonight. I bought a pumpkin. You bet your sweet Halloween ass that I’m carving the shit out of a jack o lantern this year. That’s not what this story is about though.
I put all of the groceries into the trunk of my car. I made sure to put the pumpkin on one side and the eggs on the other. When I got home and popped the trunk I found that the pumpkin had rolled clear across the car and landed smack on the eggs. There was only one casualty of Halloween war. One egg, pumpkin-pulverized.
Rest in peace, my eggie friend. May the angels lead thee to paradise, or whatever passes for paradise to a chicken fetus.
Also, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service is a Christmas movie. 100%. Ho Ho Ho.
It’s the end of my lunch break on Friday. I’m looking ahead to the weekend. What’s going on?
We have a problem in our kitchen and someone is coming over to take a look and maybe give an estimate. We will all be masked and distanced and I really hate having people invade our Covid bubble but what can you do. After that I am going to bring some groceries over to my parents. Again, masks and distance. Outside of that?
One song needs rhythm guitars. 11 songs need lead guitars. One song is ready for vocals. At least six songs do not exist and need to start existing.
Other than that? I heard snow could be a thing this weekend. I choose to ignore that as even the slightest possibility. No thank you. The yard was covered with snow when I left the house yesterday morning. By the time I got home it was all gone. All of it. This morning I saw the temperature reach 60 degrees. It’s now 37 and dropping like a stone. Cold in February sucks, but it’s better than cold and snow. No snow. Pretty please with sugar on top.
Oh yeah, one other insignificant thing. The Walking Dead comes back on Sunday night. To paraphrase Adam Sandler (actually, more like steal a lyric from Adam Sandler), Zombies for me. Zombies for you. Like to kill zombies in an old brown shoe.
I am so ready for some weekend right now. So ready.
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I am so excited about the prospect of going to the super market tonight! WOOHOO! I did some grocery shopping on Friday instead of my usual Saturday or Sunday so our cupboard is a littler barer than it usually is on a Monday. So the plan is for me to go to Market Basket and get something for dinner for the next few days.
While that is exciting enough, low and behold we are about to get decked by a blizzard of historic proportions! (according to the national weather service, of course) That means I can expect a glorious evening of cramming my way through the overcrowded super market. dodging people buying mass quantities of break and milk while I try and get some supper for the wife and kids. It will be like an olympic level obstacle course. I can’t wait!
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I plan on ducking my head down and just plowing my cart through the panicking throngs. I don’t need to buy four gallons of milk or seven loaves of bread*. I just need some chicken and maybe a jar of peanuts. We already have plenty of quinoa.
Happy Blizzard Eve!
*The four gallons of milk and seven loaves of bread were not chosen randomly. I have seen reports on Facebook today of people seeing other shoppers stock up on exactly those quantities of those items.
This morning my gorgeous, amazing wife told me that she wanted to have a different sort of food shopping experience. She wanted to rub elbows with the upper crust in a grocery kind of way. So we hopped into the car and off we went to Wegmans.
As soon as we got inside it was clear to me that this was going to be a different sort of grocery experience. The shopping carts at the local Market Baskets (yes, plural) don’t have cup holders!
We tried to stay in the aisles that featured things we can’t get at our normal super market. Jen, my love, was drawn to the Tea.
My eyes were drawn to the price of tea in Wegmans (as opposed to the price of tea in China) and I just could not look away.
The international aisle has a UK/Ireland section. They had lots of great looking Cadbury chocolates. I haven’t had a Wispa in ages so I grabbed one of those. They also had some… peculiar items…
I am not quite sure what to make of that.
(this is a nerd alert. the nerd factor on this post is through the nerd roof. consider yourself warned)
I went grocery shopping today and I was on fire!
Jen drew up a list for me before I left home, and there I was in Market Baskett… finding stuff without any trouble. Every single thing on the list, BAM! Found it and threw it into the cart.
I was like a grocery shopping artist. There was no stopping me. Even things I’ve never bought before, like spinach. POW! Right in the cart.
I was so pleased that I went all Hipstamatic shake-to-randomize.
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