If there ever was a sign that my Saturday nights are different than how I used to spend them it is the shopping list of grocery items that I have compiled in my head.
A quarter century ago I would have focused upon going out with the boys, fraternity parties and or girls/girlfriend time.
Not anymore, today this dad is going to the store and praying it is empty because it is Saturday night.
What a party animal.
But it is better than letting fear make me selfish.