As part of being in a relationship and living in sin you must take care of domestic duties. I hate pretty much any of these duties but for vacuuming and setting up and maintaining all electronic devices. Or really anything that beeps and/or flashes in the house. I have systematically put Fuzzy in charge of everything else. I see nothing wrong with this. Last night was they “Monthly Shopping” for all the major items we need. When I get down to eating peanut butter off of a playing card I think “Huh, where would I get bread?” Fuzz on the other hand is not happy unless there are three types of green beans in the “Pantry” (he calls it.) We must have at all times six different cuts of beef in the freezer. To which I think “Isn’t that why we have Taco Bell and Taco Johns? For variety, and if they get old there’s Del Taco.
So last night I got dragged to the Kroger, to go Krogering. In Denver they’re called King Soopers, but that’s just a stupid name they’ll always be Kroger to me, based on my Texas days. Soon we were in the meat department to spend what seemed to be 2 hours looking for the “best bargain.” Quickly I felt that I was trapped and tormented by my Homosexual Lover. That’s when I found the pork loin. Creepy looking and tasty, so I proceeded to chase Fuzzy around the department with it.
To make up for shoving uncooked meet at him I gave him a lovely bouquet of Jello.