Living with a Bargain Shopper

I live with a bargain shopper. And it's not me.

Well, that's not entirely true. I am a bargain shopper. It's in my genes (thanks, Mom!). But I've discovered that I am not the best grocery shopper in the house. And I'm OK with that.

My hunky honey Conservative Boy is a masterful grocery shopper. He zips through the store and manages to get everything on my detailed shopping lists in no time flat. And he spends considerably less than I do in the process. I'm always amazed at how many items on my list he brings home that have that bright orange "Manager's Special" sticker slapped on them. It's quite impressive. And he even remembers, most of the time anyway, which type of eggs I prefer and which items I would rather buy organic.

Of course, we discovered that part of his success rate has to do with the fact that he shops on Mondays during his lunch break while I usually shop on Sunday evenings. Apparently that's a better bargain hunting time. And there are fewer crowds.

But still. He's impressive. I'll let him go ahead and brag about how he's better at grocery shopping. No protests here.

(P.S. Don't make fun of his bargain-shopping prowess. I don't want him to stop. And don't tell him about this post. I don't want it to go to his head. Thankyouverymuch.)