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Weekend Werind: Screwup in Aisle Three

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Meanwhile, it’s the weekend. And you know what that means…)

One of the sublime joys of weekend life is jaunting off to the grocery store to pick up supplies.

Okay, not really. I hate grocery shopping. Not sure why, exactly. Comes with the penis, I suspect. Anyway.

“I hate grocery shopping. Not sure why, exactly. Comes with the penis, I suspect.”

I’m told by the missus that if we don’t make regular trips to ye olde foode shoppe, then we don’t eat. I’ve tried — repeatedly, mind you — to explain that there are now these places called ‘pizza joints’ which will, with just a simple call on the phone, bring a hot and delicious pizza pie right to our door. Every night, if we want them to.

Evidently, she doesn’t believe me. I’ll allow that it sounds like a wonderful, magical dream. But dammit, I’ve seen these places. And their funny-colored little cars.

But until she finally comes around, we have to get food from the store occasionally. And while I don’t relish making the actual journet, I do like to help out. I’m all about the helping. Which usually means contributing to the list, like I did this weekend.

And like I also did three years or so ago, which I wrote about in Making a List, Wrecking It Twice.

See? I said I like to help.

I never said I knew how. But I’m out there trying. And I think that’s what’s important.

Thank heaven for those pizza joints, or I’m pretty sure I’d starve. Anyway, happy weekend — and bon appetit.