Today I had a list. It had chicken, cheese dip, and plastic cutlery on it. Three things... I didn't even need a list really. And it didn't do me any good because I forget the cutlery.
I did get two kinds of chips, two kinds of crackers, two kinds of waffles, three kinds of sandwich meat, and 4small containers of ice cream (can you tell I'm indecisive?). For the official record, we bought all the healthy stuff on the Sunday family grocery trip and I need was meat for dinner. I have failed as a mother, but apparently I make a really good pot head or 8-year-old. I mean who am I shopping for?!?
I am blaming this on Curtis. He knows better than to send me to the grocery store alone! I'm also blaming it on "lady problems." Those problems can be responsible for a myriad of things, right?