Ever since I broke my ankle, which was a horrible two months ago, DH has been cooking, cleaning, shopping, washing, etc., since I am confined to the couch and forbidden to weight-bear. Well, enough is enough! I am going to make the attempt to accompany him grocery-shopping tomorrow. Why, you may ask?
It's really not because I am stuck in the house, although at this point I would go to a auto-parts store opening just to get out somewhere! It's because guys just don't shop like we do. Okay, that's a huge generalization and I admit it. But when I make a list and ask for 6 oz. of tomato paste, ketchup doesn't cut it. 3 lbs. of chuck chop doesn't translate to 2 lbs. of top round in my recipe book. And I noticed that the list was unfolded and unread...So tomorrow I will be dragging myself down the aisles and restocking my depleted pantry.
I can't complain though. I have clean clothes, washed dishes, good meals and did you know, when someone breaks your ankle, they give you presents!? Whoo-hoo!