I’ve completely fallen behind on updates, I know.
Maybe the weather is to blame, seeing as July usually runs up the tally of rainy, cold and overcast days here in the Southern Hemisphere.
Maybe the immigration guide-book was right, and I’m just now feeling the strain of living overseas.
Maybe I’m sick of wearing the same two-suitcase collection of clothing.
Or maybe it’s because sitting all day in my camping chair makes me grouchy, for various reasons.
Oh yeah, and our container of belongings will be delayed an additional week, projecting the arrival date to end of August. But no big, right? Means I can host an extra week of kung fu class on my wide open wood floors.
Perhaps it was a culmination of the above factors which drove me to neglect my updates. And maybe, it’s also the reason I ordered my groceries online this week.
I felt a bit lazy, sipping coffee while browsing the grocery store online. But it was empowering really, and easy-breezy. A few hours later, a very polite delivery man set four double-wide milk crates in my entry way and watched as I unpacked.
The first crate was normal.
The second crate was normal.
The third crate was mostly full of peanut butter jars.
The fourth crate was mostly full of ground beef and garlic cloves.
What?
Had my personal shopper gone rogue?
I went back to check my receipt against the delivery packing slip and apparently I had shopped like a mother of ten. I had somehow mistyped a few of my quantities, or miscalculated the size of a kilogram. And since a trip to the store with a Kiwi dollar will always look more pricy than I’m accustomed too, the total hadn’t tipped me off.
The packing slip included a little note from my personal shopper:
“Thank you for shopping online, hope the sub is ok, have a fantastic week. Wendy (smily face).”
She had subbed an alternate brand of taco seasoning. Clearly, she did not want to upset a mother of ten too busy to go to the grocery store, crafting mounds of hamburgers, naked tacos, and peanut butter balls. A mother of ten deathly afraid of vampires.
But the old-fashioned kind of vampire repelled by garlic, clearly pre-Twilight.
Keith and I discussed returning a few of the items, but decided the hassle would void the entire point of shopping for groceries online. Instead, we’ll have a well-stocked freezer and pantry for the next few months.
This one will just have to be a “learning” for next time.
If there is a next time.
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