Jim overheard a conversation at the supermarket that I found just hilarious!
That guy probably goes to (insert fast food joint of your choosing), buys the triple sized burger and fries and gets a diet drink to keep it healthy.
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The thought of men shopping for food sent me off on a tangent. When I was a child, long before we had "heart healthy" food, my Dad would take me to the meat market with him on Saturday. The very first thing he did was to ask for two hot dogs, and then we strolled around the market, making purchases eating raw hot dogs. I shudder to think about that now, knowing what I know about hot dogs. And, isn't it interesting that the man I've chosen to make my life with believes that hot dogs are the seventh food group? (Ice cream is the sixth!) *G*
Posted by: buffy | December 21, 2010 at 03:16 PM
Bogie--Typepad doesn't like me...it rejected my comment with a pop-up that said, "Sorry! We cannot accept your data."
Buffy--Thanks for the laugh. You obviously know too much. I didn't know that one could purchase a raw hotdog. (During the years when I had migraines, I did eschew most hotdogs because of the nitrates/nitrites that, supposedly, might trigger a migraine.)
Posted by: Cop Car | December 23, 2010 at 04:26 PM