Everyone with a busy life has at some point opened their cabinet or refrigerator and said out loud to no one in particular:
"Aw, man (shoot, heck, #%&$, etc.). We're out of _________."
It gets better.
"And I've only got fifteen minutes before the store closes!"
I did that today. It was Baby Bell cheese. Norah Grace loves the stuff. We were just about out of bread, too. And I only had fifteen minutes before the grocery store closed.
No worries.
I'm not a city guy. Give me my mountains, my forests, my solitude any day. There is something nice, though, about being able to run to the store and pick up something I forgot before the oven finishes preheating. This has been a definite perk of our apartment.
"Aw, man (shoot, heck, #%&$, etc.). We're out of _________."
It gets better.
"And I've only got fifteen minutes before the store closes!"
I did that today. It was Baby Bell cheese. Norah Grace loves the stuff. We were just about out of bread, too. And I only had fifteen minutes before the grocery store closed.
No worries.
I'm not a city guy. Give me my mountains, my forests, my solitude any day. There is something nice, though, about being able to run to the store and pick up something I forgot before the oven finishes preheating. This has been a definite perk of our apartment.
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