Another reason why I usually do the grocery shopping

Last week on our trip to base, I went to the library to check my e-mail (to fend off internet withdrawal), while Husband went straight to the commissary to start on grocery shopping. I spent maybe only 15 minutes at the library, but it was enough to give Husband a head start on grocery shopping. I found him in the commissary, and I stared speechless at his cart. And I instantly remembered why I elected myself as chief grocery shopping representative in our house. These were the questions that went through my mind when I looked at the cart: - Am I unaware of additional family members that we adopted that we are now required to feed? - Are we hosting a backyard cook-out – every night for the next two weeks? - Is the commissary giving away all of their meat products? - Does the commissary no longer sell vegetables? - Did Husband recently develop an allergy to anything green and/or healthy? - Was Husband their millionth customer and did he win a prize package of meat products? I’m sure the cart looked normal – for say, a member of a fraternity. It was stuffed with all sorts of man food: hot dogs, hamburger patties, sausages, pork, chips, soda, frozen pizza, and more. The food fell into two distinct food groups: meat and beans. And, some were a combination of both, like the frozen “beef and bean” burritos he selected. He probably guessed by my expression that I wasn’t as impressed with his smorgasbord of meat selections. So, he said, “Don’t worry. I knew you’d want me to get some vegetables, so I got these.” He pointed at a bag of frozen french fries. “See? They’re vegetables. You know, potatoes.” Oh. What a relief. I was beginning to think that it was all man food, but clearly the frozen french fries redeemed the rest. Regardless, I’m ok with eating the man food this week. I’m just reappointing myself as lead grocery shopper for the foreseeable future.