Yesterday Jeremy emailed me to ask what my evening plans were. I told him that I was going shopping. He asked if he could go because he needed some pistachios. I quickly responded with "um...no." Apparently he didn't get the picture because when I got home from work, he asked if I was ready to go. I decided immediately that I need to come up with some shopping rules for him. Here are the rules:
1.) No putting anything into the basket without my permission.
2.) No wondering off away from me with or without the basket.
3.) No complaining.
(Sounds like a child, huh!)
He broke all of the rules in our shopping trip last night. At one point, I found 6 boxes of Crystal Light in our basket. I made him put 3 back. I think that I was still being generous. When we go to the store, I have to tell him that he can only get 2 cheeses. He would spend $40 easy just on cheese. Last night he informed me that fish is the new cheese for him. He got 3 bags of fish! Yes, 3!
We seem to always go over budget shopping when he comes with me. Last night we were $40 over. If anyone has an idea of how I could get him un-interested in going shopping with me, I would greatly appreciate it!
stop fearing...be courageous...
9 years ago
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Yes. It's fun when the husband goes shopping. It is usually one extreme or the other. Daddy is the other.
I'll trade you. I'll take Jeremy with me if you take Hollace and Rhett.
I'm just now catching up on your blog cause my blog link wouldn't work. My recommendation is to spend a lot of time in the um ladies hygeine aisle, then head on over to bras and socks. Or browse in the fabric section. Do that a few times and he won't want to come.
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