I haven't been inside a grocery store in nigh on two weeks.
Our freezer is almost empty. Our stash of canned goods and dry staples is depleted. Fresh vegetables? Fruit? Milk? Eggs? Opening our refrigerator I see only beer and water. And the door full of condiments with nothing to put them on.
The cupboards are bare. We haven't prepared anything close to a meal since we had muffins (made with our last two eggs and water instead of milk) and bacon (from the freezer) for breakfast two Sundays ago. I'm sick of carryout. We need a personal shopper for times like these.
The other night we eagerly snacked on stale Goldfish crackers, cheddar cheese flavor. I felt like I'd struck gold when I found that package buried in the cabinet behind the dog treats.
Yet is the project done? No, but it's goddamn close. How can one little room be so time consuming? It just is. Then there's Spring, which has completely sprung. It's full of distractions.
Pictures Sunday, or I'll eat my hat followed by a home-cooked meal for dessert. I miss my kitchen.
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Our freezer is almost empty. Our stash of canned goods and dry staples is depleted. Fresh vegetables? Fruit? Milk? Eggs? Opening our refrigerator I see only beer and water. And the door full of condiments with nothing to put them on.
The cupboards are bare. We haven't prepared anything close to a meal since we had muffins (made with our last two eggs and water instead of milk) and bacon (from the freezer) for breakfast two Sundays ago. I'm sick of carryout. We need a personal shopper for times like these.
The other night we eagerly snacked on stale Goldfish crackers, cheddar cheese flavor. I felt like I'd struck gold when I found that package buried in the cabinet behind the dog treats.
Yet is the project done? No, but it's goddamn close. How can one little room be so time consuming? It just is. Then there's Spring, which has completely sprung. It's full of distractions.
Pictures Sunday, or I'll eat my hat followed by a home-cooked meal for dessert. I miss my kitchen.
9 comments:
i want pictures of the hat eating too.
Muffins and beer, is anything else necessary?
Fast food freak that I am, I will admit to being a trifle bored with the pizza, chinese, and burgers.
If WE end up eating OUR hats, I'm going to soften mine with ample quantities of beer.
What kind of hat?
Preferably not the hat splotched with drywall mud...
Sounds like my fridge/freezer all the time. Beer, which I don't even drink but got for free for helping with a GLAAD event, and water, which I drink all the time. LOL. Please, don't eat the hat. That would suck.
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Hat eating is bad news. Don't start eating condiments either. Even if Reagan said ketchup was a vegetable, it's best put on things (Not hats!).
Don't you guys have a grocery store down there that delivers???
Is your hat tasting good?
Pictures?
Sunday?
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