Overlooking the Obvious

Andrew will often say to me, “Did you check the label?”  ”Course I checked the label.”  It’s just that I check the wrong thing on the label, like I read ‘Egg Nog’ clear as day and yes, that’s what I mean to buy; the “fat free” is what escapes my notice so everyone is left to endure egg nog without fat.  Yuk.

Second time around I grabbed the Pumpkin Spice Egg Nog instead of the plain old regular Egg Nog.

Or at a different store I fail to notice that the red cap now means fat-free milk and the blue one means whole milk.  I buy the red cap as I always do and end up with blue milk.  Yuk again.

I buy body lotions for all the females in our family and recognize it for the  tube shaped container it’s in at Bath and Body Works only to discover when I lavishly squirt it out that it is instead body wash.  That is a soapy sudsy mess when applied in the living room.

Underwear for guys- wrong size (but I’m liking the  colors)  They are L for boys not men and turns out that that matters a lot.  T-shirts for Andrew I want to get white, can I manage that?  You bet, but at home I realize I bought crew neck and Andrew likes V-neck.

So when I want to restock my cold cream I was sort of not surprised to find my hand glomming onto the body cream- in the exact same size and shape container as the cold cream except that the lid is a tinge more blue than green.  ’Body,’ ‘Cold’ who’d notice!?  But for once a pleasant surprise!  I love this stuff, the price is right and the consistency is thick and creamy.