Greg still hasn’t allowed me to return to writing full time however he has discovered the benefit thereof. Since I’m adhering to the Gregonian life of leisure, I’m free to be the wife he’s painstakingly molded.


Granted, I have it very good. I’m not complaining. Okay, I am complaining but only on this topic alone: Running my butt all over CT looking for the most absurd crap known to man.


The guys in my house are spoiled. No one tells them no, especially me. They’re extremely hardworking and attentive to my needs so I don’t nag them about loading the dishwasher but forgetting to turn it on. I don’t throw a hissy fit when the grocery list plastered to the refrigerator is three pages deep. I don’t even criticize them for putting the toilet paper on the roller facing the wrong direction (so long as the offense occurs in their bathroom).


One has to choose one’s battles.


My guys are picky to a fault. They only eat and drink certain brands...they even have certain glasses. This is where the absurdity comes in. You wives and mothers may want to brace yourself for the sheer amount of BS that you’re about to read.


Daniel is the pickiest of the bunch and his habits have rubbed off on Lawrence and Greg and now BC. They will only drink grapefruit juice from the Dollar Tree. They say it’s slammin’ which I have to agree. It's good but not that good. You see, there isn’t a Dollar Tree anywhere near us. I have to drive for an hour before I hit a Dollar Tree. Then I have to pray they have it in stock before buying the entire truckload. Between three health conscious men and BC, we drink a lot of juice.


On to Big Lots! Daniel can only stomach some weird brand oatmeal from Big Lots. And now Greg, Lawrence, and BC have joined the madness. Again, Big Lots is nowhere near our house so a driving I must go. Mind you, I pass two Whole Foods, three Trade Joe’s, and countless Stop n Shops on my journey to Dollar Tree and Big Lots.


Do you know how much it sucks to look out the car window and see a plethora of markets go by in mocking fashion? I know what you’re saying, “Pass off the other brands. They’ll never know the difference.” Um, yeah, I’ve tried that. It doesn’t work. This morning I realized we were out of PG so I gave BC a cup of Lipton. He handed his mug back to me and said, “Something’s wrong. It’s nasty.” Tried it with the juice as well…they caught me. Damn it!


“Make them go shopping for themselves.” you say. Did I mention my guys are spoiled? They are. They’ve nailed the puppy dog eyes and quivering chin expression. And then they send in BC…I can’t say no to him. He’s such a well behaved kid. He never causes me any trouble, how can I say no?


Anyway, like a good wife and mother a large part of my day was spent touring CT looking for off brand grub for her family. I say “should” in all jest…I actually wanna poke Greg in the eye with my index finger for clearing my schedule so I can partake in this insanity.


The best part was when Olga called me as I'm leaving Big Lots. I told her where I was and her reaction was, "Big Lots!! Giiirrrlll!"

Thanks Olga, thanks a lot! I felt so much better about the journey. LOL!


Thanks Bryan for the picture! You're my ace. :)