…and a little more time grocery shopping?
Before heading to R’s for the (totally brutal and frankly uncomfortable) Bachelor finale last night, I called to see what I could bring over.
Me: I’ll bring vodka. Can I bring anything else?
R: What are you gonna bring, really? 1 egg? Baking soda?
Me: Hey now. I have like 4 eggs. I also have…(checks fridge)…old butter and vitamins and something that I think used to be garlic. [texts photo]…
Text from R: Hmmm…we could have used what was in that mystery Tupperware.
Text from me: Old butter.
Ladies and gentleman: the contents of my fridge. This is what working insane hours for the last month looks like. I have no excuse for the 8 years that preceded this.
Later I told R I didn’t think my friends knew I lived this way. She’s still laughing at that one.