The Buckets by Greg Cravens for September 20, 2019

It might be time for a family outing to P.J. Piehole’s.

The best shopping trips were the ones where I quit talking to my mother first. The worst ones were where she quit talking to me first.

classic “they want…you don’t. you want…they don’t” situation about clothes shopping with kids. well ANY SHOPPING.

Oh, so you’re telling me this year went better than last year?

Dunno. Seems more like “Next verse, same as the first…” If ol’ Pops is as smart as I think he is, he’ll go get her fav’ take away, no questions asked.

School shopping was one of the times that being the only boy paid off. Unlike my four sisters, I never got hand-me-downs.

Make the kids happy, pizza. Make mom happy, Italian. Make everyone happy, pizza with one entree of her favorite Italian

Now they’re gonna say they don’t have a thing to wear.

In my family we spent the last half of the summer picking cherries and blueberries and then we were allowed to spend the money we made on whatever we wanted for school supplies, clothes, and whatever else we had money for.