Today I rented myself a zipcar to do a big grocery shop. (Side note: I got the last box of freezies. Booyeah! Fifty giant frozen sticks of sugar and food colouring! It means my freezer door won't stay closed, but that's a tiny inconsequential detail.) Shopping solo, unfortunately, which I hate. Not because I am desperate to be attached to the fiance at all times, but rather because it means I can make him push the cart and carry all the heavy stuff. Why else get married? I was talking to a friend this afternoon and we were discussing what should really be in our wedding vows.
Baby, I promise to make you eat at least one vegetable a day for as long as we both shall live. I'll let you push the cart at the grocery store, and I swear that I won't put all the tin cans and jars of spaghetti sauce into one bag. And I know, in return, that you'll download my episodes of True Blood before you download your Brian Ferry concert videos.
I don't think the hubby will go for it. But a girl can dream.... of Vampire Eric?
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