apocalypsos | Tales in grocery shopping:

-- I spent sixty-five bucks today on food which will hopefully last me for the next two weeks or so. Which was actually less than I thought I'd spend, especially considering that I spontaneously decided in the Asian food aisle that I wanted to try to make my mom's yummy beef chow mein recipe to take to work with me.

-- So yeah, since I don't have the recipe, I called my mom to check and see what I had to buy and fortunately found out she had an extra London broil I could use which, YAY.

-- We also got talking about my parents going away this weekend and how my brother and I are supposed to take care of the cats and whatnot, and then I said to my mother that I was probably going to end up going up there to make him at least one meal this weekend, if only because, as I put it, "Bryan's going to spend the entire weekend alone in his room with Guitar Hero, a big bag of cheese curls, and a freezer pack of Pepsi."

Three guesses as to what I found lying at his feet when I went up to his room to say hi when I stopped up to get the London broil, and the first two guesses don't count. HEEEEEE.

As I said to him, though, it's not like I have room to talk with a giant bag of crunchy Cheetos and a two-liter of Pepsi always sitting next to my computer desk. :)

-- Did I mention I have GROCERIES? Grocery shopping is SO my favorite chore ever. I love wandering around looking at stuff and going, "Huh, I wonder what that tastes like. Ooo! What are those? *scampers off*" (Did you know that they have peanut butter with white chocolate? I didn't buy it or anything, but now I really want to try it.)

-- NEW SPN IN AN HOUR WOOHOO! \O/

(Okay, so that doesn't have anything to go with grocery shopping. STILL.)

EDIT: Okay, rewatching the episode of Top Chef where Lisa's bitching about not wanting to make a Polish sausage, I realized why her complaints and description of it bug me -- because she's not describing a REAL Polish sausage, which is awesome, she's describing the giant circular hot dog Hillshire Farms calls a Polish sausage, which is a travesty wrought unto mankind by something made of pure evil.