Sad but true. Here ya go....

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My husband does all the grocery shopping. Not only does he get what he wants with few complaints from me (in fact he tends to be rather thoughtful and often comes home with ice cream or a tub of chocolate pudding just for me!) but it ensures another week of household bliss. You see, if I am forced to go to the grocery store, he knows he will be hearing my petty complaints for the next week and a half.

Why? The answer is simple. I can't stand my fellow shoppers. This isn't "gee, sometimes people behave badly in a grocery store" sort of hate. No, I HATE them. I hate the harried mother who lets her evil spawn drive the shopping cart. There is a REASON why small children are not allowed to drive cars! There should also be a law to prevent them from turning the grocery store aisle into their own private bumper car pavillion. Weak, uncoordinated, inattentive beings--no matter how cute they look--should NOT be put in charge of any heavy metal object on wheels. Period.  MORE Mojo! »