Each week I almost dread going grocery shopping. i’m not agoraphobic but I love staying home with Facebook, Fluther and our two dogs. And it’s so quiet and pretty here. When I just think of being through with the shopping, the cupboards full and the fridge all nicely stocked I have this warm, calm almost blissful feeling. I think it’s insane. Just getting ready to go is such a hassle.
Am I weird, neurotic or what?