I'm married to a hunter gatherer who has the focus of an astronaut. Every bin and shelf is scrutinized.
Looking at the basket I can't complain. She selects and curates that trolley like it's gonna be a magazine cover.
It's also about quality, she gets only good stuff for our bodies. She has to justify getting things for me by telling me how cheap it is.
"Don't worry I found this in the trash can next to the discount bin"
It's so hard for us to get more than a couple nickles together I feel bad buying myself anything.
O knows it's worth it for us to have good fuel.
She does what she has to do and keeps me on my game.
I got the job (Olive comfort object) by being patient and thoughtful, still I have to work on it.
I can't just hand her her teacup.
I show her the tea, let her grab the handle, let her hold it to her cheek feeling the warmth.
Next, she mouths the words "I love you" then I can slowly distend my arm and smile while she takes a sip without ever breaking eye contact.
Anything less is a joke.
You don't toss Olive her tea like it's a plastic bag at a garage sale. lol.
While we were shopping yesterday we met a codger who claimed to be a fan.
He said he hasn't seen us in a long time.
Tom and his wife enjoyed watching us roll by all the time but our migrations changed.
They were worried we may have been hurt or gentrified. When we mentioned that we have been together 10 years and he thought that was real cute. He has been with his spousceepoo for 56 years.
I bet he takes his time handing over tea cups too.
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