Lots. This tiny little word isn't clearly defined, as evidenced by the definition above. And it was the source of great amusement when Chris came home from the grocery store the other day.
I was working, we needed food, so he went in my stead as he so often does. I've never had an issue with sending him for me because he's always gotten exactly what I needed (something I didn't think was possible for a male to do considering what I saw growing up [love you, Dad!]). On this particular day, one of the items on the list was mozzarella cheese, and beside it I had simply written "LOTS," meaning more than one little 2-cup bag. So, I'm unloading the groceries later on and I find not one, not two, but THREE 2-lb. bags of shredded mozzarella cheese. SIX POUNDS OF CHEESE, PEOPLE.
I think I now know how Marilla Cuthbert felt after Matthew came home with 20 pounds of brown sugar.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
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