
I went grocery shopping today, to pick up a VERY FEW things we needed at home. (It’s been months since I last went shopping. I forgot how much I enjoy it, especially when the kids aren’t throwing tantrums.)
I used to grocery shop at least once a week. Kenny would stop by the store a few times a week on his way home from work. We didn’t bat an eye about what went into the cart, and we never worried about what it was going to cost. Spending less than $100 at the grocery store was rare.
Until now.


Turned on the Christmas music? check




