I thought that I was doing so good by getting by Costco to pick up a few things on Friday. Ok. A few things turned into a cart full of stuff and $300 later but that's not the point.
The point is that I was able to pick up milk there so Ken had milk for his cereal this weekend and it cut out a stop at the grocery store. Checking both stops off my list, I felt pretty good about myself.
When I got up this morning, he asked me if I knew I got whole milk.
Oops. No. No I didn't.
With his best smartass response, he said "well at least it wasn't a Costco sized mistake".
Um. Yes it was.
Oops. I am so blond.
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