Sister C and her husband came over with their four kids to help us celebrate the 4th of July. We didn’t do anything outrageous… we grilled some burgers and dogs, ate some cupcakes that were homemade by Kid B, drank some wine and fired up a few amateur sparklers in the light rain that has been falling on us for well over a week now. We are missing our Kid A, who has been away for two out of an overall four weeks, but we had a really fun time together nevertheless. God Bless America.
Somewhere in the middle of putting out dinner I realized that we were dangerously low on ketchup. And I had no back-ups anywhere. As far as Sheepdog is concerned, this is an unforgivable offense. We are allowed to run out of toilet paper in this house before we are allowed to run out of ketchup according to him. I think ketchup is vile, so I wanted to tell him to squeeze a tomato and some sugar on his tots and deal with it. Sister C’s husband had already made a last minute run to the store for 17 kinds of Triscuits and the aforementioned sparkle wands, so nobody was going anywhere else in the middle of the meal. It’s not like we ran out of alcohol, for goodness’ sake.
I promised Sheepdog that I would get more ketchup (and a few spares, just to make him feel safe) the next day when I went on a regular grocery run. I had a few other things I was running low on anyway. I asked Sister C to start a new list for me so I would not forget. The next morning I thought of some more things that we needed, so I just added them to the list. This went on throughout the day.
I never actually made it to the store on Friday (I made sure not to serve anything that would require ketchup, lest Sheepdog have an aneurism), but sometime over the weekend I had occasion to go out. In the middle of the produce aisle I pulled the paper from my purse and I began reading over it to make sure there was nothing else I needed to add when I noticed Sister C’s special request. I burst out laughing and then I remembered that we also needed yogurt.
Having sisters is awesome. I sure do love mine.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…