Oh, boy, mama has sent papa off to our huge grand surface supermarket, which is saying something, I realize, redundant (whatever that means), but mama has this tenet that she never seems to be able to keep in mind—NEVER, but NEVER send a guy to supermarket when he’s hungry. That probaby goes for females, too, but in this case it was a male who went off with mama’s words following him out the door, “Remember, only bananas and a sack of flour, okay?”
And what came home?
Four different kinds of garbage bags (including one for the garden, so that’s forgivable), boxes of his favorite cereal, several, just in case they run out, god forbid, two or three kinds of crackers (mama wanted seven-grain, but what the heck) and FOUR different boxes of Barilla’s new pasta from various regions of Italy, gavanelli, cavatelli and plain old macaroni but the teensy kind that cook faster (lunch is big around here and sometimes we want it asap), plus various and sundry items to pad the bags, such as …oh…mini Magnum bars. Hmmm…papa did well! I wait nonchalantly looking off in to space while papa finishes his bar and forgets that little bit of chocolate and ice cream on the wooden stick and then, bammo, in a New York minute, I’m off licking that stick clean!
So advice to those who send their mates off starving to the local purveyor: DON’T. Unless you want a lot of surprises when he/she gets home.
I’m sort of glad about the macaroni—mama has been making this thing called ‘comfort food’ and for all I know, she made even whip up a macaroni and cheese casserole! Now that would be a first around here.
I can hardly wait!
Maybe papa will be asked to go grocery shopping again…but this time, mama will be with him. He’s hell on wheels when they shop together. It takes half the time, and to tell the truth, I’ve seen MAMA sneaking things in with all the stuff on the check-out counter—Purina Party Mix, for example….
And I KNOW mama doesn’t eat that.
MAMA!!! ARE YOU EATING MY PARTY MIX??? You are one weird anthro!
(Mama reminds you that if you wish to link to my blog, I’m happy to link to yours!!)
Yum, homemade macaroni and cheese. We need to cajole Jan into making some again. It’s been a few years.
Never send anyone to the store on an empty stomach but never send a man to the store at all. He will generally come home with everything except what he was sent for. Jan says a woman would NEVER!
Well, I knew your Jan would understand. No Marcus at the market!!!
I have the same problem when I send my husband. You are a wise kitty- Purina Party mix is the best. My kitties love it.
This is so funny. I’ll bet lots of women feel this way. Love it! And yes, Purina anything, I love.