And all through the grocery stores, every creature was stirring, including the Leanders.
There's nothing quite so pleasure-able as grocery shopping the day before Thanksgiving. Except maybe Christmas shopping the day after Thanksgiving. Which I have managed to avoid the entire thirty-two years of my short little life.
I was at work today. And yesterday. And Monday. And finishing up a freelance contract last night. And the night before. And the night before. So all preparations for the in-laws' arrival was left up to my dear sweet husband.
Who is awesome.
And has the patience of giants.
Cause giants have MASSIVE patience. Especially the giant doctors. They have giant patience for their patients.
But enough of the puns. My husband is awesome because he has cleaned the entire house. Because he has scrubbed the toilet, the bathroom floor and swept and mopped the entire house. He has retrieved our fold out table from a neighbor, set it up in the sunroom and migrated his entire office from the dining room table into said sunroom.
HE HAS GONE TO THE GROCERY STORE THREE TIMES IN THE LAST TWENTY-FOUR HOURS.
He's gone to Whole Foods, Kroger, and Harris Teeter. And NOW!
He's going with me to Super Target.
Because we need mixers.
For the drinks.
kroger : whole foods : harris teeter : super target