Isn't it awful? My first response to stress today was, "What do I need at Target?"

That's hilarious!

Deena, I have the opposite reaction. Grocery shopping depresses me because, by it's very nature, you are doomed like Sisyphus to do it over and over. "But didn't I just buy butter?" you think, and of course you did, but it's been consumed in the fires of the oven, dripping through the bucket holes we call recipes.

AmyLiz, I keep having this thing where we have the same first name, and our hubses have the same first name, and I occasionally start into your posts and find myself saying Noooooooooo! Stephen does not do the grocery shopping! That way lies frozen food and ranch dressing!!!!!

Umm. Obviously a me thing, and not too much of a concern for anyone else. But I get you all on the money vs stuff vs connection to reality problem.

Man, Amych, I keep being startled by the fact that you are married.

Seems like just yesterday you were contemplating the best way to flirt with him.

That way lies frozen food and ranch dressing!!!!!

Bwah! My Stephen is a food snob. Where I could live happily on frozen pizza, mac-n-cheese, and pasta sauce from a jar, he must have everything homemade.

At least he makes it.

Loving your tag, by the way. I can hear the voice in my head, and I keep wanting to bop my nonexistent yarn ponytail in time.

Seems like just yesterday you were contemplating the best way to flirt with him.

And repeatedly thwacking him over the head with a sword turned out to work just fine. How silly I was to be so worried about it!

Happy Birthday, Ginger!! For this new year of your life I'm wishing you bunches of sure-footedness, buckets of coordination and tons of good luck around sharp objects and fountains. Heh.

Maidengurl(ie) - {{{{{{{{{{{{{{you}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} My only advice at this point is alcohol and male strippers. For you, your mom, K-bug... all y'all!

Happy Birthday, Ginger!

And repeatedly thwacking him over the head with a sword turned out to work just fine.

So that's what I've been doing wrong. [Note to self: buy sword.]

Grocery shopping depresses me because, by it's very nature, you are doomed like Sisyphus to do it over and over

I love that image of food shopping. Thank god I married a man who can cook. I simply cannot think in terms of flavors. He'll have me taste something and ask, "What does it need?" Unfortunately, my only answers are "Garlic? Onion? Teriyaki?" To which he says, "No, it needs ginger." Umm, OK.

Life would be simpler without taste buds. We could all eat cheap gruel and not care.

Life would be simpler without taste buds. We could all eat cheap gruel and not care.

As much as I love cooking? I'm totally with you on that one. It's the 21st century. Where are my food pills, damn it!

My only advice at this point is alcohol and male strippers. For you, your mom, K-bug... all y'all!

Ummm, no.

I mean, YES to booze and boyz - but NO to sharing with mom or K-Bug.