As I survey the lands around me (my kitchen cabinets/fridge), I’ve been noticing the lack of goods. No milk means dry cereal. Except we are out of cereal now. We are also out of everything else. I was about to have a spoonful of peanut butter mixed with dry oats for breakfast, until I found an old granola bar in the back of my cabinet.
Since the normal gatherer of the household could not obtain food items, (that would be me due to losing an appendix), we’ve been living off of what we hunt for or people bring us.
I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. My husband offered to run to the grocery store for a few select items. But he’s been under a lot of pressure, taking on all the household chores, kid stuff, work stuff and my broken self.
You know what works well when you need food, but can’t leave the house?
Online grocery shopping.
Actually, I played a drugged up version of Online grocery shopping.
I have no idea what I purchased.
I do know that it will be edible. I’m also pretty sure it involved donuts.
I’m so sorry, Jalon.
However, our cabinets will no longer be barren.
The gatherer has gathered, while fighting the effects of some serious narcotics. Pretty impressive, am I right?
Not only will food be here, it will deliver itself today. I will eat donuts at some point today.
That fills me with joy.
Goal for the day: Complete.
Now back to staring at the wall and making my drool quotient for the day.