MY BRAIN IS BROKEN

There are universal household mysteries that affect each and every one of us. If you are an adult and do adulty kinds of stuff then these things happen to you. There is the Tupperware mystery: more lids than containers or more containers than lids. The sock mystery: the laundry is done and even if you count the socks beforehand and all is good...one goes missing. The philips head screwdriver: no matter how many you own you can never find one. But this one is truly weird and maybe uniquily my own; The mystery of  the"Raspberry Vinaigrette"

In one of my many, recurring, consistently failing, attempts to eat better I went on a salad kick. During this fiasco I decided that creamy dressings would not do and chose to decorate my rabbit food with a raspberry vinaigrette. Off to the store went I for the initial purchase blissfully unaware of the months of idiocy ahead of me.

For the next several months, every time I went into a grocery store, I would dutifully purchase a bottle of raspberry vinaigrette, get home, open the pantry to put it away only to be faced with an ever growing supply of the stuff. I have no idea what I was thinking; no idea what made my brain ignore the knowledge that bottles of raspberry vinaigrette were multiplying in the pantry. I would be in the grocery store and compulsively buy a bottle completely ignoring the fact that I had given up on salad and switched to the bacon diet.

It got to the point where even the almost infinitely patient "Explorer" looked at me, looked in the pantry, looked back at me and said "What the hell is wrong with you, you don't eat salad and you don't even like raspberries...STOP IT".

It has taken forever but we have finally rid our pantry of the stuff but the lesson continues. Every time The Explorer and I are in the grocery store and I reach for something questionable she whispers to me..."raspberry vinaigrette".