“Son of a…”

Tomorrow is Senior Day at the Palace of Food, which has become a monthly ritual with D & L & I with the continuing deterioration of the crappy little food market in the crappy little town nearest where I live. I eat a lot of eggs, and lately I’ve been stockpiling eggs by the month because they’re a lot less heartbreakingly expensive at the Palace of Food than locally. I knew by this weekend that I wasn’t quite going to make it through to Senior day on the current stockpile, but didn’t worry about it to the point of rationing because I could pick up a dozen on Monday. Right? Because I’m a putz.

This happens so often as not to come as any surprise. And why I just naturally assumed it wouldn’t happen this week, being the worst possible time, is just a proof that I never got over my cockeyed optimism in the face of reality.

So this morning…

Last of the Mohicans, baby. I missed it by one day. I’ll have to get creative with tomorrow’s breakfast.

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4 Responses to “Son of a…”

  1. jrg says:

    Have you ever tried tuna and oatmeal ? Half a cup of oatmeal and a tuna envelope mixed after oatmeal is cooked is one of my favorite breakfasts. Sounds strange as Hell though.

  2. Joel says:

    That does sound extremely strange, yes.

  3. Anonymous says:

    I’ll stay with production of my own home grown butt nuggets.

  4. boynsea says:

    Also a bit strange: I used to heat a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle soup for breakfast. That would carry me through easily to a late lunch (sometimes, working “in the field”, NO lunch), quick and easy to do.

To the stake with the heretic!