Mr. G, honey is doing a grocery store quickie for me because — haaaack!

Me: We need the Yukon Gold potatoes, toilet paper, a box of chicken noodle soup mix, and some of those dark chocolate Hershey’s mint kisses we like best.

Mr. G, honey’s list: tater, kiss, chick soup, tp.

And that’s one of the many reasons I heart him. Man speak. Cuts through the crap.

Note 1: I tried. Really, I tried to get the crossing guard to make me some soup. She seems kindly and all. But, no go. So, it’s boxed or nothing. I choose boxed. Otherwise, what will I do with my little toast soldiers?

Note 2: Did anyone know Mr. G, honey knew the word tater?

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