For me a Saturday Morning trip to Trader Joe's is really great. I peruse the shelves and make some decisions about what I want to eat for the week. The selections are very nice and allow me to create delicious meals with ease.
But grocery shopping is simply not a simple task. It is laced with strife and anxiety as I seek out the perfect sized bananas, not too green, not too ripe, not too big. You see I have power to make the grocery stores carry exactly the size and color banana that Mabel wants. Today's list has directions on the size of the box of "Hot Pockets"......not what variety she might like.....pepperoni pizza? Chicken and Broccoli?? Maybe some ham and cheese?? I am almost sure that beef varieties have been shot down previously with the multiple underlining of NO BEEF! So I tell her she will get what ever size box they have but it would be more helpful to know what varieties she likes best, she goes on again about the damn size of the box!!
I know she still hates me for telling her to stop washing the dishes but I am happier having a cleaner kitchen and less scratches all over my cabinets. It's not like she is ever going to treat me like one of her precious sons. My sister, Joan, and I were always just below regard. Now I am the only one left, she is stuck with me, and I with her.
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