“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
“Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face.”
If we were playing $10,000 Pyramid, these would all be clues I could give you to describe a recent singular event here. And we’d both be wearing plaid polyester. In the Winner’s Circle, of course.
Contrary to popular belief, the answer to my clues wouldn’t be “Bad Cliches My Mother Overuses.”
No. It would be “Things I Have Been Mumbling to Myself After Sending My Husband to the Grocery Store With the Kids.”
My back was out again last week. Which played out nicely in avoiding things like laundry and grocery shopping. My husband was more than helpful. And I really shouldn’t complain that he did the grocery shopping. I shouldn’t.
Because that would be bitchy and ungrateful.
I won’t complain. I’ll just document what items came back with him.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be working on getting the Entenmann’s figure down to 5%. It seems more productive and enjoyable than complaining.