I know better, and yet…..
Stomach rumbling, I sashay up and down the aisles tossing HoHo’s and Ring Dings in my shopping cart at will.
(If they called them Cellulite Starters and Butt Wideners I wouldn’t, so you see…. it’s really not my fault.)
I buy salad tossers I’ll never toss, fizzy fruited drinks I’ll never drink and worst of all…. more deli meat and cheese than a school cafeteria will use in a month.
Oh, the pressure of the deli counter!
You take a number, wait in line, peruse the 307 varieties of flavored sliced turkey breast and when it’s finally your turn? You can’t just order a 1/4 lb of roast beef and call it good…. can you?
(Well I can’t. Which is why you should all come to my house for lunch tomorrow. BYOB. Bring your own bread…. because I never seem to buy the correct corresponding amount.)
And the paper products!
Why can’t I ever remember if I need them? I always buy too many which results in episodes like this:
Note to self –
Never leave the closet door ajar when you’ve purchased too much Charmin.
To say he enjoyed it would be an understatement.
The beast was positively orgasmic.
And none too eager to relinquish his prize as I cleaned up around him.
Moral of the story?
Buying too much at the grocery store can not only be wasteful and expensive….
But bloody as well.