Sick Mother Harrington went to the kitchen
To fetch her poor family some food.
When she got there, the Frigidaire, it was bare
And so the poor husband went to Kroger.
(If you say Kroger as crow-zshair, it makes quite a nice rhyme)
Questions of the day:
How long will this 30 minute trip take him?
Will the contents of the bags resemble what was on the list?
Hint: He doesn't have to do these comprehensive type grocery trips very often and the last time he did, he came home with a GIANT can of Chef Boyardee ravioli.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart dear, sweet Brian. I don't think I could have done it tonight. You have been so patient with me through my sickness. You are THE BEST!