“At some point in life, our very life becomes an everyday way of life…”
Oprah Winfrey with Mary J. Blige
Grocery lists.
Thou shalt not alter grocery lists. Wasn’t this one of the original ten comandments? If, I — your wife, have written a specific brand upon my grocery list then that is what you — thy husband, shalt bring home.
Ken yelled across our living room. “Debbie, come here. I want to show you what I bought at the store.”
Of course this meant he did not get something on my list. Immediately my heart sunk to my shoes.
Ken was standing in the kitchen, waving an exaggerated box of something wrong in the air. I grabbed my stomach, I sucked in a deep breath. My knight and shining armor, the man whose children have given me gray hair, has come home with a super gigantic deluxe box of plain Strawberry Jell-O. Yes indeedy he did. He has taken my blessed grocery list and modified it. I sputter but, but, but my list said strawberry banana!
Ken gushes a totally theatrical Houdini “Aha!” He twirls a teensy-weensy box of sugar-free strawberry-banana Jell-O on the tip of his pinky.
I explain how his shmeensy trick is not working. Strawberry Jell-O without banana tastes entirely different. Then I pretend to be completely grossed out by the after taste sugar-free leaves in your mouth so that he understands why my grocery list clearly said Regular strawberry banana Jell-O.
