One of the things I hate about being single is grocery shopping. I don’t exactly hate the task, I just procrastinate on it. Mainly because I hate doing it solo.

So MiniMe and I go this weekend. Hey… I wasn’t solo. But then again carrying on a conversation with a two year old of the many things you can marinade salmon in, isn’t very fullfilling.

The amusing part of the whole process is the bag boys. And when I have MiniMe with me I don’t feel the tinest bit bad about accecpting their offers of help.

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You know your tired and not with it when you keep on hitting the “eject” button on the VCR when there’s nothing in it. So you start to think that it’s broken, because you’ve already lifted the lid and seen nothing, but you are convinced it’s broken anyways.

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“(Because your kiss)
Your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss)
Your kiss is on my list
Because your kiss is on my list of the best things in life

(Because your kiss)
Your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss)
Your kiss I can’t resist
Because your kiss is what I miss when I turn out the light”

— Hall and Oats

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