I hate grocery shopping. I hate it with such a passion that I will figure out a way to eat 2-year old tuna with a side of A-1 sauce before I’ll go shop for food. So thankfully, I married someone who not only will go, but seems to enjoy it. The only task left for me to complete to get out of this chore is to make a grocery list, which is almost as excruciating to me as going, but slightly less, so I suffer through it.
Unfortunately for D, I am always on some weird diet, or see some crazy recipe on Pinterest that I want to try, so there’s always one thing on the list that throws him for a loop. I didn’t realize how often I did it until it became “a thing.”
“What the hell is that?”
“What do you use that for?”
“I’m making bath bombs with the girls. I need it.”
“Where do I find THAT?”
“It should be by the canning stuff.”
“What is this?”
“Coconut water. It’s healthy.”
“Where do I find that?”
“I don’t know… by the healthy stuff, I guess.”
“There’s always ONE WEIRD THING on your list.”
“No it’s not. It’s just DIFFERENT.”
“YES. It should be by the Jell-O. Near the top or the bottom.”
He walked away, shaking his head.
I like to call it “The Education of D.” Without me, he would never be exposed to so many of the world’s amazing products.