Today’s adventures in self-discovery yielded three revelations:
1. I need a Mini Cooper. Oh my gorgeous.
How have I never realized this before?
Shall I test drive one tomorrow? Just for fun?
2. Brie-proscuitto-basil-honey panini sandwiches will be the death of me.
Especially in lovely patio settings.
It’s the best sandwich I’ve had since France. (Check out Bowl Cafe in Houston if you’re interested.)
3. If I don’t go grocery shopping tomorrow, I will starve.
My refrigerator now offers nothing but 3 eggs, 1/8 carton of grapefruit juice, pinto beans, and condiments. I know. I keep checking.
7 p.m. Open door. Nothing to eat. Sigh.
8 p.m. Open door. Still nothing to eat. Grumble.
9 p.m. Open door. Really, there’s nothing to eat. Rebellion.
10 p.m. Open door. Slam door in disgust. The nerve!
I’m officially in the danger zone.
Moral of this story: My husband is out of town.