Sometimes Love Is in the Neighborhood, Just on the Wrong Street

Hubby Grocery Shopping

Hubby gets the starring role today and in many of the events in my house.

How do you explain a man who loves to do the shopping but requires photos of anything that is not a regular list item. If it’s apples or diet coke, he’s good to go. But throw in ‘Soy Veh Teriyaki Sauce’ and Houston, or in my case, Boca, we have a problem.

And yes, you guessed it, typical male, refuses to ask someone.

Please explain this to me. I love to ask for help. Three times in Publix yesterday and before I even made it out of produce. ‘Excuse me, do you have the chopped butternut squash? Is this sugar melon in the netting ready to be eaten today? Are Sumo oranges done for the season?

The funny thing is, although he’s often ‘off’ with the purchases, they’re usually ‘close’. I call it ‘in the neighborhood but on the wrong street.’

Here’s what I’m dealing with:

Skinless boneless chicken thighs? I get breasts. But I can work with that.

Spray bottle of Oxyclean? I get the refill. So fine, there’s extra.

Acorn squash? He says, ‘they were out’. Hmm. Are you suspicious? But it’s okay, I find another side dish.

And the teriyaki sauce? You guessed it, Tamari. Well at least it was low sodium!

So, what’s the takeaway?

I bet you already know what I’m going to say. If he’s willing to go, send as many photos as it takes.

I’m thinking I should make a shared album and just drop the photos in.

Of course, even with a photo, he’ll still have to ask ‘where would I find cake flour’, so I guess I’m not baking for a while.

After all these years though, I’ve learned something very important…

The groceries may be on the wrong street.

But the love isn’t.