tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524921971792027079.post178931874280830337..comments2024-01-06T01:03:15.125-05:00Comments on CHOCOLATE FOR YOUR BRAIN!: Man ShopSherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02220512226096382610noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524921971792027079.post-2836460397990051932008-01-07T00:11:00.000-05:002008-01-07T00:11:00.000-05:00I shop. He doesn't. It's not worth it.And you do...I shop. He doesn't. It's not worth it.<BR/><BR/>And you do sort of have to feel for all those guys in the grocery store aisles being nagged by their wives via cellphone, don't you?Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524921971792027079.post-10217397818852363722008-01-05T09:03:00.000-05:002008-01-05T09:03:00.000-05:00I am the budget shopper. I buy boring things. On...I am the budget shopper. I buy boring things. On new year's eve, I offered to buy snacks for the ball drop. Mike only let me out of the house when I promised "to shop like a Dad". <BR/><BR/>He still ended up going for a second trip, because I hadn't stocked up enough junk or seafood. <BR/><BR/>I surrender.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01449228395262615338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524921971792027079.post-21049090198934086332008-01-04T13:26:00.000-05:002008-01-04T13:26:00.000-05:00Whoa, what a wonderfully funny -- albeit potential...Whoa, what a wonderfully funny -- albeit potentially dangerous -- example of miscommunication...all too true.Larramiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14788910637361812265noreply@blogger.com