Argh.
I hate when I forget my shopping list at home, and I hate it
even more when I'm at an unfamiliar grocery store. Since I don't have my long shopping list,
I'll opt for the few necessities that I truly need immediately.
Today I truly need just a few items -- chicken, dressing,
oleo, and chocolate chips. The first two
items are to complete a recipe for a pasta dish I'm making for a lacrosse
dinner. The second items are in case I
decide I'll make cookies for the dinner, too.
The good thing about forgetting my list, though, is that I
don't feel the need to go to the big grocery store, the well-stocked one that's
out of the way and a huge traffic nightmare.
Instead I can go to the small store down the street from my house.
I get the chicken and the dressing. Somehow on my way to get the oleo, I end up
with a tiny container of frosted brownies, four little brownies in all. What the … this is not what I need. I need … I
need … chocolate. Damnit. In the basket they go.
I am so distracted by the mini-brownies that I almost forget
the chocolate chips. Well, why not? I mean, I already forgot the list. Twice.
That's right, I said it, I forgot the damn list twice today. My master list sits on my kitchen table; my
re-worked, shorter list sits on my desk at work. Hey, don't judge me. I'm dancing as fast as I can. After a few turns up and down the aisles, I
make my way to the register and out the door.
I make the pasta dish and get it all ready for tomorrow
night's travel to the game. I decide not
to make the cookies, but I do decide to eat some of the brownies. Apparently cutting them into even smaller
chunks is supposed to make them less dangerous. Ask my expanding, fat ass tomorrow how dangerous the brownies
turn out to be.
All in all, it isn't a terrible shopping trip. I don't go too far off my original list, stay
close to my edited list, remember most of the critical items, and I don't eat
all of the brownies when I get home. At
least, not the moment I get home. Oh
heck, who am I kidding? I've already
eaten most of them.
I've really gotta stick to my list.
