I’d Rather Fucking Forage

I’m like most women when it comes to hating certain household chores, though the responsibility I detest the most is (wait for it…) GROCERY SHOPPING.  This hatred of all things shopping is nothing new.  I recall a conversation initiated by my SO a few years ago after returning home from running errands.  It went something like this: SO: Were you grocery shopping? ME: *gives death stare* SO: *coughs nervously* ME: WHAAAAAAAAAAT? SO: You’re face is red and I see smoke coming out of your ears. ME: Who the hell do you think you are?  Sherlock-fucking-Holmes or something? SO: *moment of … Click here to be completely blown away…