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Men, and shopping...

Gerhard thinks its still a tad on the early side for me to start driving, so he now does the grocery shopping.  He had his first solo flight on Sunday, and it was a bit of a disaster, the thing is, he does not know Woollies inside out, so he literally ticked off items on the list and had to walk back and forth between the isles until he had everything, well almost everything, and some extras.

Today is shopping day again as Sekai (bless her soul) decided that she wants to work over Easter as she needs money to build her house back in Zimbabwe, foundations already laid mind you.  This means home cooked goodness as opposed to take aways, clean clothes, clean house and a happy Liam.  So to ease the poor man's pain, the grocery list this morning sent via e-mail looks like this:

When you walk into Woollies, first isle, potatoes, banana's and cocktail tomatoes.
Next isle, on left side, cucumber, mielies, and some carrots
Carry on straight, you will walk into the dairy products, cream, natural yogurt.

You catch my drift...

Now, what I do not understand is how a man will then decide that something like vegetables is not that important, but will throw in a tray of banana muffins (that none of us eat) and a You magazine (that we only ever read when nobody is watching) into the mix.

And as clearly explained in "Defending the Cave Man", men are hunters and can only focus on one thing at a time, women are gatherers, never more true.  I think this would be a great time to start using Woollies home shopping again.  My only complaint about this service, they still always throw in a friggen You magazine, that I am then obliged to read ;)

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