Things really go to hell around here when Rita travels. I got home from my
fight flight on Monday to discover
el zilcho to eat in the house. I mean...I don't even think we have
ingredients right now. Well...I take that back....someone obviously made a batch of pesto before traveling because we had about 13 containers of
that, thank goodness. They're all sitting in the freezer right beside [what i'm guessing is] the watermelon-a-sicles (?) made by freezing leftover watermelon. [I'm all for not wasting...but who is going to eat
those?] Throw in about 300 lemons [for some reason] and a cheese wheel of parmesan and you have the entire contents of our fridge/freezer. Rita (a/k/a MacGyver-in-the-kitchen) could probably make a 6 course meal outta that....but all I could make was a face. [This is
exactly why people buy frozen dinners.]
And then...inexplicably...in the otherwise barren cupboards...there was a bag of Cheetos. Ummm...did someone break into our house and infect us with junk food? Oh wait a minute...I think I just ate the dog sitter's groceries. [I wonder where she put the rest of her stuff.]
Luckily, my mother had sent me a care package filled with chocolates.
What is that you said, McSisters? You didn't get a care package from mom?? Hmmmm, wonder what that means? =)
Which, of course, led to a breakfast, lunch and dinner consisting of Whoppers and Cheetos. [Blog first, grocery shop second.]
And oh yeah...Diet Cokes.
[And THIS is how I play the pity card for dinner invites]
3 comments:
please pity card for dinner invites you lived on meals like that for years before Rita =)
One of the McSisters
Other comment was not Anne McSister--but I would have to add, "And not JUST dinner invites for the pity cards thrown out."
Note to self...McSisters get a little testy when they don't receive a care package =)
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