Me: Aren't you coming to bed with me?
SH: No. I have to do some work first. But we already had some together time this weekend. We went to the grocery store together.*
Me: I hate grocery together time.
* SH tricked me into going to the grocery store with him on Friday. We were supposed to play tennis. Oh, wait, he had to stop at Walgreen's first to get a birthday card for his mother. Then we had to drive all the way to the post office to mail it so it would get to her in time because this year, her birthday came earlier than usual and how is a man supposed to plan for that? And as long as we're at the post office, let's stop at Pick 'n Save on the way back to the tennis courts because 5:15 on Friday afternoon is the best time to grocery shop. Why did we have to go to the grocery store? Because SH wanted to use his Pringles coupons! And get half and half, which entailed - you know this - looking at every single carton to make sure we got the freshest one.
I hate going to the store with SH.