About a year ago I got really sick for a couple of days and then found out that about half of our peanut butter had the accursed stamp which meant they may have been contaminated. We actually had about 12 jars of peanut butter at the time. DJ was positively obsessed with buying more peanut butter. He got help and I thought it was fixed. Then I opened the pantry door this weekend and realized that the cure was decidedly temporary.
Do you SEE that? That's SIX containers of peanut butter. For a family of three. My God. And the soup... I count THIRTEEN cans of soup and that's without moving anything. God only knows how many more are back there. If civilization as we know it comes to a crashing halt, we are in great shape because we will be able to eat for a week on what is in our immediate visual field. What the hell is going on in my husband's mind?
I have a hard time going grocery shopping. I hate it with a passion and, upon seeing a full cart, have been known to have a panic attack. DJ is usually happy to assume the grocery shopping duties. However, I may have to review all grocery lists in the future to make sure they do not contain SOUP or PEANUT BUTTER because the rest of the world needs these items, too.
You may think you speak "Standard English straight out of the dictionary" but when you step away from the Great Lakes you get asked annoying questions like "Are you from Wisconsin?" or "Are you from Chicago?" Chances are you call carbonated drinks "pop."