But soft! What light through yonder bathroom breaketh? 'tis but the privy, glistening in the sun. Arise, I shalt, and yonder wend for a sitteth. To tinkle in the sphere, knowing that in a short time I shalt but rise again.
O, mine lady; mine love. I has't waited all night for to visit thee. Turn me not hence. For thy porcelain livery is but smooth and cold and none but fools shall deny thee.
I used to just walk up and down the aisles and pick up what I needed. Invariably, I would get home and realize I missed something, so now I make a list as I go along and when I'm ready to actually go shopping, I have it all written down. It also keeps me from buying something I don't need.
Yes.. actually I don't mind making an extra trip or two to the store because it is a pleasant 7 mile jounney each way on our skytrain, I can't carry all the stuff in one trip anyway, give me something more to do too and lots of attractive young ladies...
I try to spread my errands out over the four days I'm home now that I'm semi-retired. That way, I have something to do each day and it gets me out of the house. :)
To market, to market to buy a fat pig; Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog; Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum cake; Home again, home again, market is late. To market, to market, to buy a plum bun; Home again, home again, market is done.
To market, to market, a gallop a trot, To buy some meat to put in the pot; Three pence a quarter, a groat a side, If it hadn’t been killed it must have died.
“To market, to market” is an old nursery rhyme with origins in English tradition, dating back to the 15th century...
Shuhak 