I returned with a remote control tarantula, night-vision spy binoculars, boys socks, a bag of bows, a sack of oranges and a roll of ribbon.
I got home and was very annoyed by the cats, spooling their way through my legs and trying to throw me down the basement stairs.
Suddenly I remembered what I’d forgotten. I pulled out my shopping list to compare intent to result. It read:
Sonny had mentioned the oranges on his way out the door.
Earlier today, when the two of us went out shopping together, I actually made a long, detailed list, we stuck to it, and we got a lot done, despite the asskicked state of my immune system (more on that later).
100% perfection is just not a realistic expectation.
I clawed my way through the cupboard and dug out a last can of tuna. I put it on a really nice gold-edged saucer to let them know I really cared.
Then I told Sonny that I’d left the remainder of our master to-do list on his sweater pile, so he wouldn’t miss it. We both glanced to the sweater pile…where he’d just put his pants, right on top of the list, totally obscuring it. He pulled out the list…and we’ll have to add “cat food” to it…