This morning I whined that I didn't want to be solely responsible for menu planning, fetching all the food, and cooking the meals. (The more literal interpretation of bringing home the bacon and frying it up in a pan, if you will.)
So Georgia wrote me a list:
Joe made one, too. And then I promptly forgot both lists at home when we went to the store. Wah. Perhaps today is not my day. June is a delight to hang out with, though. A hugging ball of joy.
It's nearly impossible to avoid bags from the grocery store even if you remember to bring your own, but today I witnessed something new:
Bagger, you have outdone yourself. Were people really having problems with their egg cartons flying open?
*Translation of Georgia's list in case you can't make it out: Cheerios, Sunbutter, jelly, milk, bread, wrapper orange cheese, sweet potatoes. "Wrapper orange cheese" = Mom, stop buying that "fancy" American cheese that looks white and doesn't come individually wrapped!
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