Grocery List

Six-pack of beer. (What has happened to me?)
Frozen Lean Cuisine, Macaroni and Cheese. (if we are going to have a carb dinner, less than 300 calories is the way to go.)
Cucumber. (um....yeah)


Am I the only woman who would feel like a total creep with this basket of groceries? THe man in front of me (six pack of Snapple and big ass bag of chocolate chip cookies) looked at my stuff, and raised his eyebrows. I wanted to die, but instead I started laughing, thinking this looks like a sad ass lonely girls "date night fixins!"

Grocery baskets fascinate me, and I love seeing what other people buy. LOVE IT. yesterday we were Target shopping, and we bought a variety pack of condoms, (not appropriate for cucumbers) and we ran into my fiance's old boss! All that was in our huge ass shopping cart was shower gel and a box of condoms. Everyone looks, we all do it. I thought it was awesome, fiance did not.

So today, I am exhausted and I was driving home and it was so hot in my car. So I thought a cold beer sounded amazing. Stopped off at grocery, and then feeling guilty about beer calories, decided a frozen lean cuisine is the compromise I make to drink this magic beer. And I love that mac and cheese. It's so unnatural and bright orange....yum! ANd I was all smiles when one of my favorite Portland beers was available, chilled and bottled, and ON SALE! JACKPOT!!!

But then I remembered that last night we were about to make this really yummy appetizer thing my fiance makes, with sliced cucumber, lime juice, and crushed peppers, when we realized the cucumber was spoiled. So I decided to grab one for lunch tomorrow. As I was squeezing and examining the cucumbers, alone, with my basket of beer and frozen mac, it occured to me that I may appear to be selecting my pleasure pal of the night. I've always thought that women really do love them some cucumbers... never met one who admits it, but I believe it's true. So I was kind of giggling, which makes it a million times worse. I love it.

So, now I am full of frozen mac, two Bridgeport IPAs later, and so freaking pleased to be about to watch Amazing Race...I don't even care that the Snapple dude got a laugh out of me. Let him. He can fantasize away with his cookies and bad thoughts, I'm ok with that.