At least I keep things interesting

Conversation between JP and I last night:

JP, sitting at the computer: "Hey honey, did you hear about all that pirating off the coast of Somalia?"

Me, on the couch, idly flipping through channels: "Um, no."

JP: "Isn't that crazy?"

Me: "I guess." Pause. "Wait, why do they have to go all the way to Africa?"

JP: Gives me a blank stare. "I don't know...cause it's remote?"

Me: "Oh. Huh." To myself, "So now pirating is so dangerous and illegal that people have to go live in fucking Somalia to bring us illegal downloads of Rhianna and Jonas Brother's music? Damn. Someone should really throw a benefit to help these people or something. "

Later on:

JP: Look at this - shows me more articles on pirating and how much it's been fucking shit up for the harbors and boats or something, I don't know.

Me: Wow, I never knew pirating was still in style these days, I mean - light bulb - OHHHHH earlier you meant pirating, like, "Aaaargh, matey, didn't you?"

JP, looking at me strangely: "Yeah...what did you think?"

Me: "Um, illegal downloads?"

Riotous laughter from Mr. Smart Ass

Me: You're so gonna laugh at me with your co-workers tomorrow, aren't you?

JP: "We'll see how busy I am."

I know, isn't he lucky?

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I need help. Maybe mentally.

So is it just me, or is grocery shopping with your significant other an HUGE pain in the ass?



Remember the first time you two stepped foot into a Kroger's together? How it was sooooo romantic picking out the food ya'll were going to cook at one of your respective houses, like you were a regular married couple? Wasn't that sweet? Too bad it only lasts until you get into a fight about the price per ounce on a pound of ground sirloin. Then you wake up. Then you realize, "Huh. If Cheap Ass McGee wasn't here, I could get the organic ground beef like any other sane person, instead of being guilted into the funky tube o' meat."


But thats not all. There are different types of shoppers. Some are the blow and go type, where every trip is like supermarket sweep, and they just want to get the hell out of there. Others, like me, are the languid kind of shoppers. Comparing nutritional content, apples vs. oranges - literally - and taking a trip down every aisle, just to see whats out there. And when you're a leisurely shopper who falls in love with the blow and go kind, well...there are bound to be a few differences.

My best friend and I were discussing this last night, and she confessed that her and her high school sweetheart still love to grocery shop together and I was truly impressed. And they've been together for like, 10 years or something crazy like that. Screw flowers, that's some romantic shit right there. I mean, seriously, am I the only one who wants to have a throw down in the produce section? Is there some sort of therapy group for this? Have I finally gone off the deep end? Is there no end to the amount of questions I could ask before driving you insane? Probably not. So tell me, are you having problems like me? If so, how do you cope? Is there some sort of secret?
I NEED TO KNOW, PEOPLE. And don't say valium and a stiff drink beforehand, cause last time I tried that I just let him do the shopping while I rode that little carousel in front for 30 minutes, and I don't think my self esteem can handle getting banned from yet another grocery store.