Why I shouldn't grocery shop...

I grocery shop like once every 3 months. Literally. I eat out. It's what I do. I make random trips to Target for necessities like Coke, popcorn and toilet paper, but every now and then, I make the journey to the actual grocery store. Today was one of those days. I was a little zealous having not been in a while and having been cooped up in my house for several days with a wicked cold, so it's not a surprise that there was a little crazy involved.

There were so many bags. TONS of bags. And I forgot I had a ream of paper in my trunk along with another empty box I'm supposed to be mailing something in. But, I got everything in. Including the 24-pack of toilet paper and 3 12-packs of Coke - necessities.

When I got home and opened the trunk, I discovered that the bar that comes down when you close the trunk had punctured a bag. The bag with the pound of sugar in it. And oh yeah, the sugar bag was punctured too and spilling into the trunk. Awesome.

I brought the bag gently into the house and set it on the stove with all the other bags as I always do. I set it down too hard. The sugar poured out. POURED. Into a large mound in the center of the stove. No matter what I did, the bag continued to pour sugar out of it. And really, getting that sugar off the stove? Yeah. That was easy. I finally got the bag wrangled and let it dump into a separate container while I attempted to remove the mounds - yes, plural - of sugar from the stove. It was just a treat, and not of the good kind. Then, I unleashed the Roomba to evict all the sugar that inevitably ended up on the floor.

The half empty bag is still sitting on the counter because the first container is now full. I could hunt down another container, but I'm just not in the mood. And really, I didn't even NEED the sugar. I had some that I didn't realize I had.

This is why I eat out. Shopping and dealing with groceries is just far too involved for my life.