Not sure which day exactly … likely this past Wednesday …
The convo went something like this …
Ring, ring (standard iPhone ringtone that I will change one day)
B: Do you wanted anything from the grocery store?
Me: Nope, I’m good
B: Are you sure?
Me: Yes, gotta go
But … I was in the middle of something stressful when he called … so I thought about his question and called him back …
Here’s the convo from about 10 minutes later
Ring, ring (Seek and Destroy ringtone)
Me: Hey, if you have not left the store, I’d like a Dr. Pepper. Just one 20 oz, not a 12 pack.
B: Are you sure? Remember what you told me?
Me: Yes, I memba and you fulfilled your sponsor duties. I am sure. But just one.
At there sits the devil. In our fridge. Unopened. Right next to the milk … and if you believe Marilu Henner, milk is as evil as Dr. Pepper. Baby babies are not cows she says …
Other contents include:
Yummy pickled okra from our buddy MJ.
The giant jar of pickled jalapenos because the cost savings is too good to beat. Only lasts about a month. If Lulu is home even less. We eat them like candy.
Expired eggnog. That carton has got to go.
Unsweet tea in case Pony and Wise drop by.
Celery in crisper that will go into chicken and dumplings unless we have birthday dinner Sunday tomorrow instead of next week.
Am I bored? or am I spending my ME day the way I want to? … all apologies – Nirvana is the music on tap at the moment.
As always, more to come.