Twas the day before Thanksgiving, when all through the house, the creatures were stirring, along with the mouse. The laundry was hung on the back of the chairs, in hopes that the kids would bring them downstairs.
I snuggled in the chair in my kitchen unclean, while visions of recipes danced on the screen. With the coffee done brewin’ I came out of my trance and finally settled in for my Pinterest romance.
I jotted down ingredients, one after another, then sprang from my chair to brave the cold weather. Away to the bathroom I walked to get dressed, threw open the closet and got down my sweats.
The sun on the hood of my quite dirty car, sparked a very sad feeling in my car-loving heart. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but Hubby in all of his winter gear.
He, the little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be bored stiff. We started our journey to the store with such hope. We’d be back in a few. Ha. That was a joke.
Some turkey! Some taters! Some cornbread! Some stuffing! Now load it, and stack it, and push it while huffing! To the front of the line! Place it all on the deck! “Now Hubby, go pack the car! I’ll write the check!”
And then in a twinkling I heard the clerk say, “I’m so very sorry, I made a mistake.” “I’ll need all your groceries to scan once again. Please go get your hubby and explain it to him.”
His eyes how they glared. His frown so unhappy. He shook with the effort not to get snappy. The look in his eye and the droop of his head, soon gave me to know he was quite full of dread.
She spoke not a word and got straight to her work. Rescanned and rebagged with another nice clerk. And laying my hand on my hubby’s slumped shoulder, I gave him the nod to go out where it’s colder.
He sprang out the door, to the car he did fly. He restuffed the trunk while I told the clerk “bye”. And I heard him exclaim as we drove off the lot, “The next time you come here, you can bet I will NOT.”