This past week, HDHusband has been on a business trip to Lisbon, Portugal. He got home last night. This trip was the last of many for a long time.

I went to the grocery store today to restock on everything - we were out of EVERYTHING. I made pancakes for dinner last night because I couldn't find anything else. Nothing. Nada. So, as you can imagine, I had a lot of groceries. And a lot of groceries to unload means time to make conversation with The Checker.

Him: Wow, that's a lot of food!
Me: Yup. We've been gone a lot this month. Time to restock the shelves.
Him: Where did y'all go?
Me: Philly, Portland, Grand Junction ... and then my husband got home from Portugal last night.
Him: Did you have a good time?
Me: My husband did, yes.
Him: Did you get the Rick Steves book on Portugal?
Me: Yes, actually. I gave him a copy before he left.
Him: Did you take the tours they mention in the book?
Me: My husband was there for a meeting. He didn't have time.
Him: Did you like the food?
Me: I didn't go. My husband did.
Him: Did you buy that pretty necklace there? (pointing to my neck)
Me: No, I didn't go to Portugal. My husband did.

And on and on this conversation continued for what seemed like an eternity. The Bagger shows up, hears something about Portugal, sees my necklace and asks me the same thing.

I gave the fuck UP.

I told them I had a GREAT time in Portugal. I told them I LOVED the food. I told them the country was GORGEOUS. I told them I would go back in a HEARTBEAT.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE!

And as I was leaving, shaking my head, they BOTH turn to me and say: "Welcome back to the country!!"

Thanks! No really!!!

PS HDHusband had a great time. Saw lots of cool shit. Brought back some Port and a beautiful scarf from the Maritime Museum for his wife who, unbeknownst to him, was stuck in a house, sick, with the flu, with a toddler, who had the flu, as well. Yay for my time! Momma's having some Port to celebrate!