Spendaholic and Scrimper go SHOPPING!

HOW did this happen?

I'll tell you how. I asked William for a cheque for the shopping, because despite Mrs Meddle (AKA The Scrimper) going to the shops everyday, none of her shopping trips returned with anything that the girls particularly like, or that this household uses. So I needed to go shopping to GET the stuff we needed. However, Mrs Meddle intervened, and ended up taking the cheque.

So this afternoon, she refused to give me the cheque, whilst I refused to give her William's ID FOR the cheque. I'm not being mean, I'm just playing her own little game. So she said we'd go together. OHMYGOD. I could have thrown the ID down and run in the opposite direction screaming, but OH NO. I was going to have some fun with this.

She insisted we walked to the shop, even when I suggested that she could walk and I'd take the car (I'm in the Renault Clio again!), but she said we weren't taking the car. 1-Nil to her. Damn. So we walked, with me striding ahead - I have long legs, plus she insisted on taking a stupid little granny-cart along to carry the shopping back. (1-1) I don't think she realised how many items a 'week's shopping' was... At the store I got a trolley - refusing to use her silly-sack (1-2) and charged round the store doing my usual shop (1-3). I kept having to wait for her though, whilst she put food in the trolley that we don't even need, and that nobody but her would eat such as dark chocolate biscuits (2-3). NO KID EATS DARK CHOCOLATE. We followed my route around the store, whilst she wanted to do it in the order she'd written her list (2-4 to me). I argued all the cleaning products into the trolley (2-5), and she argued her smelly cheese into the trolley, despite me repeating her line of 'plus cher' (too expensive). I see that the frugalator is now a fraud.

Both of us stubborn, when we reached the tills, there was about two of everything in the cart. She said she was shopping for William until Sunday, so we didn't need much, and I said that the girls were here for the next week, so we were doing a week's shop - whether William was there or not. She then asked me 'who are the girls?'. Obviously she scrimped on her memory too. *eye roll*

After paying (me handing over the ID and her handing over the cheque) I returned the trolley to the front of the store, whilst she faffed around trying to cram as much items into the granny-cart, before leaving it by the tills because she conveniently had no hands to carry (she'd got the lighter bags). What a sneaky trickster (3-5). So I lugged the granny cart AND one bag home - pacing ahead (after all, I the cart thing was heavy!).