But root beer and cheese are supposed to be good things
Dad and I finally went grocery shopping today. I must say, it was nice to leave and come back during daylight. However, neither of us was fully there, which we discovered when we got home. Mom likes diet root beer, and we've been getting her 12-packs, except I wasn't paying attention and grabbed regular instead. Whoops. Okay, guess she'll deal. But then while I was still unloading bags I saw the cheese dad had grabbed--and it was moldy. Like, in several spots, and a couple of colors. Ew. Supposedly it was still good for another few months. We both just sighed and tried to figure out what we wanted to do, and right around then dad got a call from someone at work. Dad's on vacation this week, but he knew he'd probably have to go in tomorrow, and that he does, so he said we'd go back to the store once he got back from work. Okay, fine. But what a pain.