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(Okay, so he did remember eggs, milk, and beef jerky)
(By the time I got home, he had already eaten one of the TWO frozen pizzas)
("Going rogue" borrowed from Sarah Palin, who stole it from Backpacking Dad, who says it means "losing the grocery list accidentally on purpose").
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December 07, 2013 at 04:56 PM
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November 03, 2013 at 03:55 PM
Hey, he got bologna.
Good man. He's a keeper.
Backpacking Dad |
September 02, 2010 at 05:50 PM
The term "going rogue" reminds me of the movie Wall-E. I love it! (Rogue robots!)
September 02, 2010 at 05:39 PM
This looks remarkably similar to what comes home in SubHub's grocery bag. Including the frozen pizza.
Karen (SubMommy) |
September 02, 2010 at 12:01 PM
I sort of wish my husband were a more spontaneous grocery shopper. If left to his own devices, he buys the absolute minimum we need to survive (and then complains that there is nothing interesting to eat in the house and tries to insist on going out for dinner).
When I met him, his fridge contained ketchup, bread, and milk; his pantry, some plain spaghetti, seasoning salt, and one lonely jar of tomato sauce, and his freezer held nothing but a single box of precut frozen chicken breasts. Which means he ate either spaghetti or grilled chicken for dinner. EVERY NIGHT.
It's not my genes that made our kid a picky eater, is all I can say . . .
September 02, 2010 at 11:48 AM
The one time a year my dh might go he comes home with no produce. At least he can't complain there is no food and recognizes for that day at least that prices have gone up since he shopped for himself 10 years ago.
Jodi Hansen |
September 02, 2010 at 11:47 AM
I would be happy if my husband went to the store at all. He will not go shoping for anything!
September 02, 2010 at 11:46 AM
So funny to read the comments. I am not allowed into the grocery store because I buy all the junk food and nothing healthy to eat, and not a dinner plan in sight! Someone has to be in charge of getting the junk food.
September 02, 2010 at 11:14 AM
I am lucky. The prospect of going to our West L.A. grocery store is so stressful to my Dummy, he'd rather take care of the kids (or put a hot poker on his balls) and just gives me that chore.
Maternal Mirth |
September 02, 2010 at 10:12 AM
This is so funny. My husband will NOT go into a grocery store without a shopping list and he would much rather go grocery shopping alone (list in hand) than go shopping with me and walk down every aisle. Actually, if he's going with me, he makes me sit down with him and write out a list so that we don't "waste time" walking around the store. Heaven forbid we find a random good deal or bring home something new and unexpected.
September 02, 2010 at 10:03 AM
My husband is not allowed to go grocery shopping alone.
Amelia Sprout |
September 02, 2010 at 09:01 AM
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