Bob Went Shopping

I'm sick, I have strep. Things have been so insane this week, and I can't even remember the last time I went grocery shopping. Today I gave Bob a list of things that I needed like soup, crackers, pudding, ice, etc. I told him to go to the store and get whatever he thinks he might like to eat the next couple of days and I would go when I felt better. He took the kids shopping with him. When I take the kids shopping with me, I spend most of my time telling them no we will not be buying orange Scooby Doo applesauce, and other things that catch their beady little eyes. I always tell them no on Gogurts because while I have no problem with Gogurts, if I tell them no, then they think they're getting one past me and it keeps them from trying it with anything else. It works for all parties. When I shop, I buy in bulk, I use coupons, I make lists, I rarely buy on impulse, and I always look for the best bang for my buck. It's my system, and it works.

Bob doesn't do that. He cames home an hour later, with bags and bags of things. Things that I would never buy, and all brand name to boot. He called me to tell me that he had bought a bunch, and that it was mostly because the kids picked stuff out. I knew what this meant. Scooby snacks in individual bags, three different kinds of crackers shaped like different sorts of animals, some of them in multiple colors, the above mentioned orange Scooby Doo applesauce. Sydney has a serious addiction to all things Scoob. I didn't even look past the bag with the cookies. The kids had this wild look in their eyes like they couldn't believe their take. They didn't even know where to begin! You know what this all means? This means all that crap in sitting in my pantry, just sitting there waiting for me. There is a reason I don't buy this stuff, it's like a drunk buying beer to keep around for company. Fortunately I'm having a hard time keeping things down, so there is no temptation right now, but you know the minute I feel better I'm going to be starving to death. And I'm not going to head for the soup and crackers. Sometimes I think he does that so that I won't ever ask him to go grocery shopping again.

And, he forgot my ice. Dammit.