My interest in things that bring me happiness

  There are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who stroll into Kroger at noon on a Saturday, and the ones who know better. I fall into the second category. Every weekend, I set my alarm and head to Kroger early in the morning before the crowds show up. I'm talking about that magical time when the parking lot is mostly empty, the shopping carts aren't playing bumper cars, and nobody is blocking the entire aisle while trying to decide between twelve different flavors of yogurt. The goal is simple: get in, get out, and keep the bill somewhere around $30 to $40. Now, that sounds easy until you walk through those automatic doors. I can walk in needing bread, milk, eggs, and lunch meat. Somehow ten minutes later I'm standing there holding beef jerky, cookies, a frozen pizza, and a bag of chips that wasn't even on my radar when I left the house. Kroger has a way of convincing you that everything is on sale, even when you're not sure it actually is. I start every t...