Hello there, tomorrow is Saturday and for me that means dreaded grocery shopping time (yay… I love responsibilities and chores and being an adult 🫥)
But imagine you get to do it with Frankie (the groceries I mean, the man himself a little later lol) who sneaks little treats and other stuff, definitely not on your grocery list, into your shopping cart when you’re busy comparing the size of two cauliflowers. The absolute delight on his face when he gets away with it. Might be like shopping with a 5 year old, but hey, at least it’s a little more fun.
Have a great weekend and lots of love ❤️
Oof. Grocery shopping. I hate that. Having Frankie with me to do it would help a lot, except I'd probably send him to the grocery store by himself so I wouldn't have to go at all.
He'd take the list and he wouldn't have to call me once to check what brand of canned tomatoes I want. He knows. He knows everything. He doesn't need to check everything with me because he's an Adult who knows how to get fucking groceries.
He puts his treats in a separate bag that he thinks he can hide from you, but you know where his stash is.
Thank you for this and have a really good weekend, too! We could switch, actually: I'll get groceries for you (yay, I love German grocery stores!) and you'll finish revising my article for me. Deal?