Rough week, but I’m back.

I go crazy when there is no food in the house (who doesn’t?). And last week we badly needed a grocery run. I haven’t walked to the grocery store because of the storm, so we’ve been surviving on the last of the butter, egg (singular), oats, sugar, and flour. I made oatmeal cake and only made half of what the recipe called for. It was delicious, but I was still starving afterward.

But we hit the weekend and dear Lloyd took Spencer to Smith’s with a list of things to buy: carrots, lettuce, two loaves of sunflower bread, sandwich meat, two large tomatoes, Ragou, Chewy bars, eggs, butter, spinach, bananas, apple juice, tortillas, strawberry yoghurt, Silk, 2% Milk, 3 cans of Cream of Chicken soup, chicken breasts, and 4 Red Baron pizzas.

Our monthly budget is $250 for food. But I try to stay in the $200 range.

So today Spencer made me a rockin’ turkey sandwich, I made myself a green smoothie for breakfast, and I’ve got an apple and banana in my bag. Feelin’ super rich.

Also, I had a major bad UTI on the day of the blizzard and walked to the doctor’s. The worst. No, it was worse than worst. But I distracted myself by pretending to be Mr. Tumnus hunching over with an umbrella, looking for a lamppost. It worked a little bit.

Are UTI’s one of those things you shouldn’t talk about in public? Well. If it is, oops.

I have an iPhone. It’s Spencer’s hand-me-down. I play “Draw Something” with Mira and Instagram dorky pictures of Rian. I can’t get into Twitter. My job would like me to twitter it up. I guess it’s like this pressure to be witty. I don’t want to be pressured to be witty, so I’m not going to be witty, darnit.

I also wrote an article today and finished by 1p.m. New record.

I also have a super bad headache because Herr Metz just gives me headaches. Well, German gives me headaches.

I’m eating a banana and the girl across from me is eating the apple. Apples and bananas. Also, her makeup is the same as mine today. Wait. No it’s not.

3 Comments


  1. Anne, for heaven’s sake, give us a call. You don’t need to suffer like that.


  2. I’m all for the suffering if it motivates blog posts. But of course, I suppose a Tom & Louise grocery escort would surely result in a pretty fine blog post too – let’s hear it!


  3. Your suffering makes me laugh. Ha ha ha ha ha.

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