tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828098502119201868.post3613061018982760281..comments2008-05-31T08:53:36.990+10:00Comments on NELMA'S MEANDERINGS: WHERE THE HELL IS THE COUS COUS?NELMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07463459651146563200noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828098502119201868.post-79887453138368332442007-08-06T16:53:00.000+10:002007-08-06T16:53:00.000+10:00Giggle. My husband packs the trolley too but isn't...Giggle. My husband packs the trolley too but isn't quite so fanatical about it. At least the bread goes into the child seat! (Speaking of, he doesn't attract young women, but children always smile at him and talk to him. I tell him he must smell like a grandpa.) <BR/>It's something they all have, that putting the stuff away is a woman's job. I'd actually rather push the trolley myself - it's something to lean on - and get him to pack away. Fat chance. But they are being noble, helping. (My hubby particularly so since he has hearing aids and the background noise in shopping centres nearly drives him out of his tree.) And you don't hear anymore the one about 'how come the groceries cost so much?'<BR/> Well, it's a toss-up whether taking the husband is a better deal than a couple or more of the kids... M.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com