Dear Husband,
Saturday is my day off. So, when I tell you to let me know if you have any grocery requests, be happy and thankful! All you have to do is tell me what you'd like. Asking me if I'm going to Costco & then being disappointed that I'm am just going to the "regular" grocery store is completely unnecessary.
I don't go to Costco on weekends. You konw this. This is an intregal part of my stress management program - NO COSTCO ON WEEKENDS. Why does it matter where I get the milk? I don't even drink milk. Your lovely son drinks milk. And quite frankly, I'm not even sure why I need to go out of my way to buy his fricking milk when he can't even put a damn dish in the dishwasher.
So, seriously DH, just tell me what you want & don't worry about where it comes from. Now I'm probably going to sit on my ass & watch TV instead of going to the grocery store...oh yea, going for a pedi too. Love, me