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September 02, 2010

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Aw, this was an incredibly nice post. Taking a few minutes and actual effort to create a great article… but what can I say… I hesitate a whole lot and don't manage to get anything done.

That's the kind of image that i really thing is super image like. If more images very real like this were out there we'd be super full of graet images in the world.

Hey, he got bologna.

Good man. He's a keeper.

The term "going rogue" reminds me of the movie Wall-E. I love it! (Rogue robots!)

This looks remarkably similar to what comes home in SubHub's grocery bag. Including the frozen pizza.

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 . . .

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.

I would be happy if my husband went to the store at all. He will not go shoping for anything!

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.

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.

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.

My husband is not allowed to go grocery shopping alone.

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