Last night my Brother called and in the course of conversation mentioned he was at the grocery store shopping. I kidded him about shopping and he went on to describe how he disliked it (the love of shopping is apparently not genetic). He dislikes it so much that he buys things in duplicate... kind of like a retail Noah... but without the Ark... or the animals... Two tubes of toothpaste... two deodorants... two bags of coffee... two... well, you get the idea. That way he has to visit the store less often. He said cost didn't factor into the decisionmaking either... "the price doesn't have to be fabulous... it just has to be reasonable" (his exact words)... Cover my ears la...la...la... moment. Only a Brother would nonchalantly utter a statement like that to his eternally-hunting-for-fabulous bargains, shopaholic Sister (and live to shop another day)...
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