swit swoo & shopping

mark was walking around the building in his pyjama bottoms and slippers topless this evening. he was in the laundry room and the box fell out of the bottom of our washing powder all over the table, and he had to clean it up with his t shirt and then put the tshirt in the wash. the wally. i wouldnt mind but it was 530 pm, why was he in his pyjamas.

we were in a supermarket called No Frills today (at Dufferin), it had about a bazillion frills compared to Aldi or Lidl if you ask me, but it sure was cheap. these people dont know what no frills are til they see aldi/lidl. We'll be back though. Mark put brownie mix in the basket. He says shopping with me is like shopping with yer ma, and i think shopping with him is like shopping with an 8 year old boy. So we're agreed then. i'm impatient, and he's impractical. i'd like him to turn up and carry the bags at the end and give me half the cash.

Also i was in Wal*Mart for the first time, i skidaddled out of there pretty quickly its a crazy place. Which is a pity cos i'd picked out 2 dog collars which were cool and I meant to go back for but then mark and i were carrying big shopping bags so we couldn't. (he wouldnt let me)