Grocery shopping is not my favorite past time and when H is along for the ride it’s out of control.
Since he will be retiring in a month we’ve been trying to pace ourselves, practicing living on a budget – well, I have anyway. I think that is one of those things we discussed when he wasn’t listening. I’m beginning to think half the time he doesn’t listen and the other half he doesn’t hear.
On the way home from the Jazz festival last night I told him to stop at the store so I could run in and get a loaf of bread. I knew when the questions started I should have picked it up this morning when I could have slipped away by myself .
“Do you need milk?”
“What about orange juice?”
“Just bought some.”
“Do you want some bananas?
“Do we have any bananas?”
“Then get some bananas.” (I haven’t a clue why he even asked if I wanted some.)
“All I need is bread.”
So in we went. Both of us. To get one loaf of bread. I wasn’t surprised when forty minutes later we exited with our bank account leaner by $128.43. This bread run also included cat food, bird food, a bottle of wine, and a $10.00 bottle of pomegranate juice which I don’t even drink.
H is usually frugal when purchasing anything and will drive across town to buy gas to save 3 cents on a gallon. He never looks at the price tag when it comes to food though. I think I will give him a grocery allowance when he retires and when it’s gone – it’s gone!
Hopefully we won’t be that old couple who has to supplement their diet with cat food. If so, it will surely be top of the line and we will even have bird seed sprinkles…