These are the stages of emotions I go through when I have to take the Weebles to Mahket Basket.
First, I hit the roof. How I hate going grocery shopping. How I hate going grocery shopping 14 miles away (round trip) at the Mahket Basket when we could be shopping at the nice, big, clean grocery store two miles away.
Then sadly resigned to blessing all the meat or debating the virtues of Polish Dill Spears over Kosher Dills during my three hour tour.
Finally, how do I spell relief? Driving under the 495 underpass.
2 comments:
:))! I still can't imagine they have the stamina for a three hour shopping tour...just goes to show you, huh?
When I come visit, I'm bringing a camera and I want to go meet them... PLEASE!!!!!
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