I have a funny story to tell you (and I have permission to share). And it started off with me sending my husband to the store with a list.

Actually, he was going to town for another reason, and I thought it would save me a trip. I was wrong.

The list looked something like this:

• Chickpeas
• strawberries
• blueberries
• cilantro
• orange juice, zest
• all-spice
• sea salt
• flax seed, ground
• sweet onion

Now, to be fair, I sent Boss Man to a store I’ve never been in. I left the orange listed as juice, zest, because I didn’t know if they would have oranges on the shelf. (Remember, we’re in North Dakota and it’s December…fresh fruits aren’t always available this time of year. And definitely aren’t local.)

I called him when he was done with his appointment and just on the way to the store. I asked if he would bring some bottled water. He said he would, and would cover the list. I said to call with any questions…and heard nothing.

I was so hopeful when he arrived awhile later, complete with several bags full of groceries. And then I started looking at what was in the bags.

Tortilla chips.

Ranch dressing.

Carrots.

Grapes.

Two LARGE containers of orange juice. Check!

Two loaves of bread.

6 pack of water. Check! (I’ll get back to this in a minute.)

Enormous container of sea salt. Check! (Overkill, but probably only size available. No big deal, almost out of regular salt anyway.)

 

Nature’s Seasonings. Hmmm…what? Oh dear. Season-all is NOT the same as all-spice. (For those that don’t know the difference, all-spice would be used in something like pumpkin pie. Imagine the taste of pumpkin pie if you used Mrs. Dash or something similar? See the problem?)

*sigh*

Oh well, I’ll be going in this afternoon to get the rest of what I need. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, but if he had questions, I just wished he would have called. Or asked a clerk.

I told him that he wouldn’t have been as understanding if he had sent me to the parts counter for an oil filter for his combine, and I returned with an air filter. Sometimes close isn’t close enough. 😉

And the water? Well, later on, after doing my exercise routine, I went to get a great big drink of nice spring water in a bottle. As I opened the bottle, the water exploded all over me. Can you guess what it was? That’s right. Sparkling water. Which in my opinion kind of tastes like salt. But I love him, because he thought it was a better kind of water. (But I did make him taste it.)

 

Lesson learned: Even after 10 years, I still have hope.