So I guess we didn’t get enough winter back in December and January, because what is UP with this freezing weather situation we have going on today?  My toes are numb, Joey just turned on the heat, and he’s building a fire.  At least that’s what it looks like he’s doing, I haven’t asked.  (He may just be cleaning out the fireplace, and if he’s doing that then major kudos to him because it really needs to be done and I keep forgetting.)

We had serious shopping we had to do today, because we had some really good coupons we needed to use before they expired.  We left at noon and got home three hours later, our shopping bags heavier and our bank account lighter.

Our last stop was Central Market, and we took our sweet time moving through the aisles (because it was a Saturday and we hate going on a Saturday, but it’s not worth risking road rage trying to dodge the crazy Saturday People who have the carts that are the size of Greyhound busses and stand there blocking traffic while they yakkity yak on their cell phones.)

By the time we made it to the end of the store, we were bushwhacked.

So Joey decided to run and get the car while I loaded up the bags and paid for our groceries.  Because it’s fah-reezing outside and I was a moron and didn’t wear a coat because I thought it would be “inconvenient”.

What wound up being more inconvenient was me squealing with cold every time we went from the car to a store.

But whatevs.

So I handed the produce tags to the cashier and told him they were the prices for our fresh items, which we do not put in plastic bags, we have our own cotton ones we bring every week.  He was like, woah, you two are power shoppers, and I was all, thanks dude, I KNOW.

I stood at the end of the conveyor belt and loaded up our reusable bags with our purchases.

And the checker dude, who appeared to be mid-twenties?, looked at me with the reusable produce and shopping bags and he said, “You guys are seriously organized.  Are you going to get married anytime soon?”

I busted out laughing.  I couldn’t contain myself.  I mean, I realize I had no makeup on (confession: I do not wear makeup on Saturdays unless dire circumstances call for it; and I don’t do my hair neithers) so I looked like  I was about 20.  But I kept laughing and said, “Oh, we’ve been married for five years now.”

Checker dude just about lost his jaw because it hit the floor so fast.

“Well….well…..did you propose to him or did he propose to you?”

Internet, no one has EVER asked me that question before.  Never.  Ever.

I tried not to laugh again, and told him that Joey had proposed to me.  Because we were old-school.

When I related this little story to Joey later, he was totally fixated on fact that I had said we were old school.  (I guess he doesn’t think we’re old school?)  Maybe we are, maybe we aren’t.  I guess it’s up for debate.

(This just in: Joey DID start a fire.  The man reads my mind.  I love him.)