Late-night supper . . . or not.

My refrigerator is empty. Empty. As in, I can literally see through three layers of clear shelving.

Do you ever have one of those days?

Please say yes.

I have a lovely ideal in my head of going to the grocery store every Monday and just having that be a set part of our weekly routine. But it doesn’t always happen, and today it definitely did not happen.

This evening I had to be somewhere during the usual supper hour, so I sent Jeff and the kids to McDonald’s and planned to scrounge around later myself. And this is where I am now. Pacing in my kitchen — fridge to cupboard to another cupboard to fridge — and there are so few things that look promising.

Peanut butter and jelly? Nope, we’re out of bread. Leftovers? No, we polished those off at lunch today. Nachos? No chips. Hmm. Popcorn . . .?

I still don’t know. And what’s worse, I have no idea when I’ll get to the store. Hmmph. Sorry, my dear family. Would anyone care for a plain tortilla?


2 responses to “Late-night supper . . . or not.

  1. Oh … I … HEAR … ya.

  2. I was in the same exact spot yesterday and still haven’t gone today. 😦

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