Why My Husband Isn’t Allowed to Go Grocery Shopping

January 10, 2016 Off By Lisa

My husband is no longer allowed to do the grocery shopping.

It’s not because he isn’t willing. He never protests when we need a store run. And it’s not because he’s bad at it. In fact, in the two years he spent as the at-home guy, the Hub became very proficient at navigating the grocery store aisles. He knows the store better than I do because he was the designated shopper during our store’s renovations.

The reason he isn’t allowed to shop any more is because of this:

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Know what that is? That is a tower of rice. A ten pound tower of rice. Why do we have a ten pound tower of rice in our kitchen? That’s a very good question. The answer? My Husband.

Now, my Husband will readily admit that when he goes to the store, he will not remember a list if it’s more than a couple of items. We’ve stopped arguing about that. Once we hit three, I know I need to give him a list. When I sent him for the rice, I gave him a list. I even used the very cool shopping list app from our local supermarket. See?

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This app is great. It tells you the item, the aisle where you’ll find it, the price, the SIZE, and the quantity. It’s very helpful. Notice that we needed a FIVE pound bag of rice, not ten. Why did we need five pounds of rice? So my Aunt D. could make a weighted lap pillow for Zilla. It’s a tool to help her sit still and focus in school. Aren’t they cute? Aunt D. did a great job. One for school, one for home – each weighing FIVE pounds.

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I offered her the ten but she said that was way more rice than she would use for her craft projects. Ever. So now I have ten pounds of rice. Which is way more rice than I will use for … anything.  Ever.

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I asked my Husband what he was thinking when he bought a ten pound bag of rice.

Me: Hon? What were you thinking when you bought a ten pound bag of rice?

Hub: I was thinking I was buying a five pound bag of rice.

Me: But you bought a ten pound bag of rice. See? On the front? It says “10 lbs.” That’s ten pounds.

Hub: Yes.

Me: The list thingie said “5 lbs.” That’s five pounds.

Hub: Yes.

Me: Did you not see the part where it said on the front of the bag that it was ten pounds?

Hub: Apparently not.

Me: When you picked it up, did you think maybe it was a little heavy for Zilla to use on her lap? I mean she only hits about 50 pounds if she has a really big meal.

Hub: I didn’t think it was too heavy.

Me: Seriously? This thing is like half her size!

Hub: I thought it was five pounds.

So this is why he’s not allowed to go shopping. And also because this is not his first offense. The other time he purchased a ridiculously large amount of something, I sent him to the store for fresh ginger. I asked for something like this:

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He came home with this:

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OK, OK, not quite. But he did bring home a piece that looked kind of like that huge one on the top of the pile. That was like two years ago. Luckily, you can freeze ginger. I think we finally finished it last month.

I suppose you can expect that in the near future I’ll share some recipes for soup that has rice on the ingredients list. Or perhaps we’ll start doing a weekly stir-fry night. Or make a vat of chicken and rice and feed…I don’t know…Philadelphia.

Whatever we do, I fully plan to get at least ten pounds of mileage out of this one. And, in all fairness, the Hub will be happy to tell you the reasons why I am not allowed to load our dishwasher.

Do you have a funny story about your spouse doing the shopping? Or yourself? What strange things have you brought home from the grocery store?