Lesson Learned

What do you do on a Friday night in So Cal when you live the high life and have so many places you could go? Easy, you go to Ralph’s and do some grocery shopping. Believe me we have this cart pushing frenzy down to an art. Shopping List? Check. Club Card? Check. Off we go through the store, each bartering for what we absolutely need. By the way I was forced to put the Coco Puffs back and I am still upset over it. I must admit the game of trying to stuff things in the cart you want but don’t need without getting caught, never gets old. Never. So, here we are up and down the aisles when I get ahead of Nat. And as she shouts a question my direction, I reply by saying “Hey Bro…” You got it. I called my bride BRO. I got to be honest and say that I do not recommend this type of language when referring to the wife. Right after I said it I thought, oops. The good news is that we proceeded to laugh in the middle of the aisle for a few minutes. Quite the Friday night adventure and take it from me never call any of the women in your life bro, dude, man, homeboy, and for that matter Bob (or any other man’s name) While you are at it find something better to do on Friday night the going to the grocery store.