I’ve learned not to send Jim out to shop for anything unless I absolutely positively CAN’T do it myself for some reason. God love him, he will buy everything EXCEPT what I tell him we need.
For instance, he stops by CostCo to pick up some meat. He comes home with an all-in-one printer, an LCD, various food (alas, no meat!!!), … pretty much every damned thing. He almost always picks up things we don’t necessarily need. I’ll send him out for cola, he’ll come home with a waffle iron. (I shit you not!) I would not have been surprised if he picked up something off the wall … like say, financial consolidation software. (Hey, I had a hard time coming up with that one, LOL!)
Hello, McFly!
I swear, it’s like the boy goes into a store and goes “buy happy” — but ribs me about going shopping with Mom or Jessie. At least my shit is useful! ;P
Doc
The male of the species has a limited memory capacity. It can be corrupted by anything including a stiff breeze. We get to the store knowing we’re supposed to buy *something* but cannot remember what it was. So we choose many things and buy them, hoping one of them was the right item. We bring them all back hoping that either we got the right one or that we got something so impressive as to make you forget what it was we were supposed to buy.
But mostly – we just don’t want to admit that we forgot. :-)
Nicki
LOL Jeffie, thanks I needed that today. :)
Doc
It sounded like you needed a dose of funny. :-)