We're at the grocery store. A place we can sometimes escape to alone, it's become the equivalent to a date. Today we're shopping for guests. We're having company which obviously means, for my husband, that bad food becomes acceptable. Calories, fat, sugars - all irrelevant if consumed in a group setting.
I, on the otherhand, am anal to the core.
Case in point: There's a sale on ground turkey. Not only a sale - but the type of sale that makes us giddy. Oh, it's a BOGO (Buy-one-get-one for those of you who are still hip enough to have a life beyond grocery stores and Payless.) While my husband is preparing to snatch up a couple of packages, I'm inspecting the sale sign. Hmmmm. It appears to only be on the 93% lean meat.
It always is. They never put the 99% lean turkey on sale. I should've known this before I wheeled my carriage over in the first place. It was bound to be a let down.
Come on, Mella. The other 6% of fat is not going to kill you. My husband's pleading eyes bounce between mine and the yellow BOGO sign. His pupils eerily resemble dollar signs.
When I refuse, I brace myself for a rant about how ridiculous I am, passing up a good deal for an insignificant amount of fat (the horror!) But instead, he simply says, I wish you could see yourself how I see you. And pushes the cart down the next aisle.
Me too, Sweetheart. Me too.
I, on the otherhand, am anal to the core.
Case in point: There's a sale on ground turkey. Not only a sale - but the type of sale that makes us giddy. Oh, it's a BOGO (Buy-one-get-one for those of you who are still hip enough to have a life beyond grocery stores and Payless.) While my husband is preparing to snatch up a couple of packages, I'm inspecting the sale sign. Hmmmm. It appears to only be on the 93% lean meat.
It always is. They never put the 99% lean turkey on sale. I should've known this before I wheeled my carriage over in the first place. It was bound to be a let down.
Come on, Mella. The other 6% of fat is not going to kill you. My husband's pleading eyes bounce between mine and the yellow BOGO sign. His pupils eerily resemble dollar signs.
When I refuse, I brace myself for a rant about how ridiculous I am, passing up a good deal for an insignificant amount of fat (the horror!) But instead, he simply says, I wish you could see yourself how I see you. And pushes the cart down the next aisle.
Me too, Sweetheart. Me too.
2 Comments:
Mella - Hmmm, I had turkey for lunch. :)
So you bought it right?
Neo ducks
Peace & Hugs,
- Neo
Mella ~
I could never think of you as anal.
BUT.... I do wish you could see yourself.... really, see yourself for the beautiful person that you are!
I love the patience your husband showed though. It really was LOVE.
*hugs*
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