We have two packages of spinach, bag of ice, stick of butter, seagrams 7, skol vodka, and a boca burger. The boca burger may actually have frostbite it has been in there so long. I am not going to eat it. Alan is not going to eat it. Paige is definitely not going to eat it.
Why is it still there you ask? Not sure. But now I feel an attachment.
Our fridge is in a sad state as well. Not much there. Some cheese, bread, low calorie lemonade, a moldy onion, brita filter half full, and pickles. Plus some various fast food packets of ketchup and hot sauce, ranch dressing.
The point, you may be wondering, behind the refrigerator inventory is this: I'm hungry. I have lost two pounds and not because I was trying. We have nothing to make a suitable meal. And I have been working over 50 hours so of course, I have not made it to the store.
Tonight I will probably pour some butter over the spinach and stick it between bread and cheese. A makeshift sandwhich. Probably not good, but the seagrams 7 should help me not to notice.
2 comments:
Thats sick berle.
Throw that damn boca burger away.
Sick indeed young Shiba.
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