suck it grocery store

Today I battled my most hated nemesis again.....the grocery store, with the added obstacle of rain. As I wiggled in between my car and the one next to it parked incredibly too close, trying not to rub my clean jeans against this guys passenger door coated in damp red dirt, I had my usual thought...."Why isn't someone doing this for me?" I thought that if my husband had made this trip he wouldn't be having as much trouble as I was. He wouldn't be struggling to see through the raincoat hood that was sheltering styled hair, or shuffling as fast as he could on wet concrete in heels, or struggling with the weight of his purchase and falling bra straps. Is it hard because I'm a girl? Or is it hard because I make it hard? Grocery shopping is always a struggle for me and today it extra sucked. It was supposed to rain all day today but it only ended up raining for about half an hour.....the half an hour I went to the store.

anecdote.....

Including the wind chill the temperature outside is in the single digits. Knowing this would be the case I did my errands yesterday and am currently holed up inside away from the tundra drinking coffee in an attempt to get myself up to mop the floors.

Last night as the cold was moving in Ricky called me about 10:30PM requesting I bring him his jacket he forgot. By that time it was subzero outside so here is the talley of what I wore on my late night good wife deed.
-t shirt
-hoodie
-ski jacket
-fleece lined jogging pants
-knee high winter socks
-house shoes (not the best idea in hindsight)

It had been slowly misting for the past 2 hours and when its below zero outside that puts like a half inch of ice on everything.....who woulda thought?......not this Texas girl. So my rubber soled house shoes which I actually wore for traction where doing no such thing once I hit the sidewalk. But they are lined with really cute fur and super cozy so I didnt hold any resentment. Once to my car I had to pry the door open with both hands and at points one leg because it was iced shut and spent the next 20 minutes sitting inside defrosting the windsheild because i dont have an ice pick.....puhleese. I give myself 3 heart attacks driving the half mile to ricky because my car was skidding everwhere and once I reach my destination I had brought him the wrong jacket. Four more heart attacks later I get back home and begin to search only to be interrupted by a text......he had had it.......the whole time.