Watch Out It’s Messy In Here

After all was said and done, and I paid my bills, I had no money left over for groceries this week.  I have cereal, milk, and a few odds and ends, but no dinners.  Our Mother's Day dinner consisted of pancakes, cereal and the last of the cantaloupe from last weeks shop.  Luckily the boys school lunch accounts was filled up by their father  on Friday, so they are set for lunch.   Mondays and Wednesday's they go to their dad's, so I don't have to worry about those nights.  Tuesday is a baseball night, so cereal will do since we have to eat fast to get to the field, they won't question it.  But by Thursday, The Big One will be sick of having nothing to snack on after school, and cereal will probably not pass as dinner for a third night.  My plan was to hit up the food bank yesterday.  Since gas consumption is a concern, I looked online and found the one closest to my work that was open on Mondays.  Called ahead to find out what I need...

I have an addiction.  It's not drugs.  I don't smoke.  I don't even really drink alcohol.  But I do have a nasty habit.  I am a Carboholic.  Little Debbie and I are the best of friends.  I would switch teams for that girl, and move to a state that allowed same sex marriage if she were real. Mrs. Smith is quite high on my list of idols.  Sara Lee would be welcome in my house any day. A bag of potato chips doesn't stand a chance around me. Don't even get me started on fresh Italian bread... Seriously.  If it were possible to live on carbs alone I would do it.  Veggies and protein are only consumed out of necessity, but my starches are consumed out of love. For example.  The soon to be ex used to do all of the grocery shopping.  He did the cooking, so it only made sense that the person who planned and made the meals shopped for them, right?  One Spring he sprained his ankle, and couldn't drive, let alone hobble ...