The day I finally, really, get out of the house
By Thursday night, everything in the cupboard looked vulgar.
Filled with rage, I stormed out of the house on to slippery roads to find nothing open but gas stations.
My stir-crazy self decided Cheetos and a soda would calm my nerves.
It kinda worked.
On Friday they got the side streets cleared and salted. The sun even came out.
It was glorious.
Mental note: On the next snowbound grocery run, hide some guilty pleasures in the kitchen.