grocery shopping

hey hey, what’s this? I’m getting domesticated?

Well I actually find grocery shopping pretty fun; it’s kinda like a treasure hunt of sorts, and we get to keep what we do find. But the best part is that there are always extras (like the ice cream and sweets that mom puts in cause she likes to be able to reach out in the pantry and get something that soothes her nerves when she’s entirely stressed out), just that korg and ti get to them and finish them before I get to it. *poofety* Dad’s usually the one who sorts the grocery out so that we’ll have enough space to put in all the groceries (usually when we do stocking the list can get pretty long, and the items pretty heavy) and he says he’s perfectly fine standing there waiting for us (me and mom) to pile in the stuff. I’m the one who gets to run around and look for stuff, scouring the aisles for the right type of milk, or noodles or dish washing liquid (which sometimes isn’t there…and that usually means we’re gonna go out to hunt for it again)