Thank heavens

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.

1 comment

  1. Do you like biscotti? Lasts forever in their little individual wrappers I think. I haven’t met a beverage that they don’t go with, even beer.

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