To Judge Or Not To Judge

I always look at what fellow shoppers are buying as they place their items on the belt behind me.  I'm not judging, exactly, their grocery purchases, I just find it completely fascinating.  Which has led me to believe that other people find my shopping cart just as fascinating.  I'm always very pleased when my groceries are healthy and show a well rounded diet.

If I'm buying 18 yogurts, well, they were on sale.  And I love yogurt.

But sometimes when I'm caught with a cart holding a 24 pack of Dr. Pepper and two 40 oz jars of PB, one creamy, one crunchy, and I'm actively shopping the clearance meats, well, then I'm less pleased.  I want to say, don't judge this cart,  it's not what it looks like.

Who am I kidding?  It's exactly what it looks like.  I'm going into a weekend with a house crammed full of teenagers, who love soda and PB, and stay for dinner unexpectedly so I need to have extra always on hand.

When the kids got home from school Friday afternoon, the pop cans were popped, and the PB jars were opened, and spoons dived in.

I guess I forgot to buy bread!