Grocery shopping is one of my wifely/motherly duties that I absolutely 100 percent despise. I walk into the grocery store and have a panic attack. All those ingredients and food feel like they've got hands reaching out to me. Buy me. Buy me. Buy me. I started couponing a little while back. Crystal introduced me to her new "hobby." She was saving lots and lots of money every week. I thought, hey, why not. I bought two Sunday papers, because that's what she told me to do to get the most benefit, clipped my coupons, checked the ads and went to the store. If I thought I was having panic attacks just doing my regular grocery shopping, the fear and anxiety I added with my new "hobby" was off the chart. Trying to find what I needed to buy, making sure I had the coupon, that it was the right size and quantity had me a blubbering idiot by the time I made it to the checkout register. I have kindly asked Crystal to please introduce me to a new "hobby." On the way home from my deposition this morning, I decided to stop in Kroger (without my coupons). We needed groceries. We go through seriously about 20 bananas a week. I have to go fruit shopping about every other day. But we also needed food-food. Like for suppers and such. Dang it if the same thing didn't happen. Anxiety. Pressure. I couldn't think of a thing to buy. And I even had a recipe and had made a list. I spent $90 at the grocery store today. And this is what we're having for supper tonight. How sad is that? I also bought 30 of these. Ross and Cam will eat boiled eggs for supper. Well, that and a banana. And Tyson already grilled chicken. I think this little lady has the right idea of what a weekly menu should be.