I Hate Grocery Shopping

Am I the only one?  I loathe grocery shopping with the heat of a thousands suns.  A dentist appointment would be better.  A bikini wax, hell a BRAZILIAN wax would be better.  And why is it that the thing I hate hate hate the most (even more than ironing) has to be done all the fucking time?  Two or three times a week sometimes, especially if the kids have friends over which they do a LOT.  Every time I turn around we are out of milk, cheese, apples, green beans...  (ok, I lied.  We will never run out of green beans because no one ever eats them.  I will die with the same package of frozen green beans in my freezer that I bought when we were first married).

Today I have taken matters into my own hands.

I sent husband to Costco.  He will come home with everything on the list plus eleventy-million other things that he felt we HAD TO HAVE.  I have to clean out the pantry and the mudroom in preparation to house all the crap he will buy and it still might not all fit.  We will have to take out a second mortgage on the house to pay for everything he will buy.  The house will be full to the rafters with gigantic bags of chips, ten pounds of bananas, eight gallons of milk, fourteen bottles of shampoo, six thousand cans of soda, a gazillion eggs, and seven heads of lettuce.

If I'm lucky I won't have to go grocery shopping for at least a week.