I'm the queen of procrastinating on the shopping. Fortunately, I
have a husband who isn't afraid of a little cart-pushing around the
local grocery store.
But with procrastinating about the shopping
also comes procrastinating about list making, and my husband is not a
mind reader (he's working on it, but you know what they say about not
marrying a man with the intention of changing him). So more often than
not, the pickings in our closet come dinner time are . . . slim to
none.
Easier to deal with before the economy took a dive (hello?
yes, I'd like a large pie . . . ). Now that we're cutting back, I've
been spending a little more time on the list-making and the shopping .
. . and a lot more time of scrounging around the closet looking for
ideas.
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