Sundays: The Day of Grocery Savings and Sister Shenanigans

Ah, Sunday mornings. The one day a week when we sleep in until the *late hour of 7 AM* (because we’re apparently wild and reckless like that 😂🙈). No alarms needed; we rise with the sun—well, more like a semi-dark sky, but we’ll take what we can get.

Once we're up, Logan and I roll out of bed, slap on some clothes (because let’s be honest, we’re not getting fancy for a grocery run), and head off to Auburn for our weekly date at Kroger. Yes, I said *date*. There’s something strangely romantic about cruising the aisles, hunting for deals, and side-eyeing each other’s snack choices. Except now, we’ve moved past snacks—we’re all about the 12-pack soda deals. Did we need 12 packs of soda? Nope. Did we buy them anyway? You bet we did. If it's on sale, it's coming home, and we’ll justify it later. Maybe.

Logan and I have this grocery shopping thing down to an art form. We swoop through the aisles like a well-oiled machine, fueled by our drops. I mean, what’s a Sunday morning without a little immunity boost and an allergy drop to combat the sneezing fits that come with fall? We’re basically grocery-shopping superheroes, minus the capes, though I’m not ruling those out for the future.

After our grocery haul, I trade in my soda-stockpiling partner for some sister time with Skye. Thrifting, baby! We’re hitting the shops, digging through racks like we’re on a mission to find that one perfect item that we absolutely don’t need but will convince ourselves is a must-have. It’s the thrill of the hunt, really. And let’s be honest, Skye and I are pros at this point.

So, what about you? What are your weekly rituals with your spouse or significant other? Are you out here hoarding soda like us, or maybe you’ve got something even quirkier up your sleeve? And hey, if you're not already fueling your Sunday adventures with drops to keep those allergies in check or boost your immune system before winter strikes, you’re seriously missing out. Hit me up. Let’s get your family protected—because nothing says “I love you” like not sneezing your way through a grocery run.