Slumber Party

   So far this week, I have been to the grocery store every single day.   Partly because I have failed to plan ahead, but primarily because I can’t stand to be in the grocery store for longer than 15 minutes at a time.   This is the kind of logic I’m operating under:  I don’t like to go to the grocery store, therefore I go every day.   On some level it makes sense.  I think it’s the idea that you can endure anything in small doses.  But it’s going to have to change because apparently my somewhat atypical shopping habits are starting to attract the attention of store employees.  Yesterday when I walked into Weis, some guy who appeared to be the manager actually said to me, "We're going to have give you a job here pretty soon."  So the options are: a.) get my act together and start going to the grocery store once or twice a week like a normal person; b.) start shopping somewhere else; or c.) continue to go Weis, but go incognito.  

   Fortunately, today I have everything I need for dinner.  That’s because I didn’t actually make the dinner I purchased yesterday.   On the way home from the grocery store, I stopped by my friend’s house to pick up the girls and ended up coming home with 6 of them instead of two.  I didn't think that serving lemony sautéed chicken breasts with artichokes and capers to a bunch of kids at a slumber party would be the best idea.    Also , it would have meant going back to the grocery store for more chicken, and that was not going to happen.    So I stopped by the deli and picked up some subs; the full menu was:

Assorted Subs

(Italian, Grilled Chicken BLT, Turkey, and Roast Beef)

Potato Chips

Crudite with Ranch Dip

Cantaloupe

   So tonight we’ll be having the chicken and rice that I planned for yesterday.  And tomorrow…. Well, that’s another day.