Saturday was a day to divide and conquer. I went to Wal-Mart to procure the groceries for the week, while Fiddledaddy headed off to Sam’s with the children in search of samples to feed them for lunch. Just kidding. Sort of. We go to Sam’s for select grocery items. The sampling is simply a happy by-product.
I arrived home after they did. And as I was unloading groceries into the refrigerator, I spied this:
Sing with me, please. “Sweet mystery of life at last I’ve found you…”
A bottle of ChocoVine. I haven’t had a singular sip of ChocoVine since I began fighting Lyme Disease last year. Fiddledaddy put his giant sized whatever foot down when I cleaned up my diet, and then went on antibiotics. NO MORE CHOCOVINE.
It was a dark day, indeed. But I’ve been a very very good girl, and he knew that I secretly desired my beloved ChocoVine for Mother’s Day. And there it was, in my refrigerator, right next to my Probiotics. Oh, happy day. Notice the label that the 11 year old affixed using my office labeling system. We might need to put a little more effort into the spelling portion of our homeschooling day.
Now, what Fiddledaddy did not realize was that I had also slipped a bottle of ChocoVine into my own grocery cart whilst in Wal-Mart. As a Mother’s Day present to myself.
Now I have TWO BOTTLES OF CHOCOVINE.
As I was pouring myself a largish wine glass full of the liquid gold, he started with all the label reading. “You know there’s 14% alcohol in this, don’t you?”
“What’s your point?” And with that I sashayed my way out of the room, clutching my wine goblet.
I think my Mother’s Day celebration is off to a wonderful start! The ability to see straight is over rated. In my opinion…