Yesterday, Gary said, “We need to leave the house and buy peanuts for the raccoons.”
”We?” I thought, loudly. And I am certain my left eyebrow echoed that.
I thought of the video we’ve all seen of women walking around downtown Kosovo as bullets fly. I’ve often wondered what on earth drew those women out of their houses. Now I know. The raccoons needed peanuts.
This may turn into a fight. Or, it may turn into a negotiation. I may trade leaving the house for getting Gary to stay in. I have wanted to try curbside pickup at the grocery, instead of Gary having walk in. Gary tends to walk in, buy his staples (potato chips and ice cream) and walk out. The shopping list is on his phone. He claims there is no bacon on the shelves. I have seen bacon and I ordered it on Instacart.
If that runs out I seriously will butcher and eat a raccoon.