First, I tried to beat the garbage guy today, but by the time I tossed all the spoiled food from the refrigerator into the trash and tied up the bag, he was just pulling off our street. I contemplated throwing the bag in the car and chasing him, but decided against it because it was just too much effort before my second cup of coffee. So now, I have a bag full of rotten food sitting in the trash can outside; who wants to lay money on a raccoon family moving in soon?
Then, I really wanted and egg and cheese sandwich from the Double D's, but remembered that we're trying to stick to this thing called a budget, and we're not allowed to use the debit card for things like that. So I swore at myself because I didn't have any cash with me. Then I swore again because the debit card thing was my stupid rule to begin with, so I can't even be the first one to break it.
I came home and made an egg and cheese sandwich here, but ended up with 1/2 the egg shell in my egg, but in a million little pieces. So I, of course, swore some more. I once dated a guy that could crack an egg with one hand AND keep all the shells out of it. I probably should have asked him to teach me that at some point. Needless to say, digging egg shells out of a slimy egg is really no fun, and it's a lot of work. Had it not been the last egg in the house, I would have just thrown it away and started over.
And now, I've just had the pleasure of eating a little snack of precisely 28 almonds (yes, counted them) and a banana. But the banana was stringy. I hate stringy bananas. Just when you bite off a chunk, you have a big stringy thing hanging down your chin. Or across your arm (not sure how that one got there).
If I didn't love food so much, I'd really contemplate giving it up.
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