Menelly
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The universe is conspiring against me eating dinner. First, I decided I want some popcorn chicken.
Some jerk ate the last serving. <sigh>
So then I decide to make myself a quesadilla.
The tortillas are moldy.
Then I figure I'll settle for a bag of chips (I really want salt).
We're out of chips.
My husband is at work till midnight, and the toddler is in bed so I can't go get something.
I'm about to throw a full blown preggers tantrum.
Some jerk ate the last serving. <sigh>
So then I decide to make myself a quesadilla.
The tortillas are moldy.
Then I figure I'll settle for a bag of chips (I really want salt).
We're out of chips.
My husband is at work till midnight, and the toddler is in bed so I can't go get something.
I'm about to throw a full blown preggers tantrum.