I kept opening the refrigerator, hoping the dill pickles looked more appealing each time. That’s about all that is left in there after the men in the family packed up their gear and the refrigerator and went camping for the weekend. They did leave me yogurt, so I opted for yogurt, if that’s even possible to opt for something when you really have no choice? I next went to prepare for the day.
I kept walking into the closet trying to choose something befitting the fickle fall weather upon us. I’m not sure which space saw more of me – the inside of the refrigerator or the closet? I just couldn’t make a decision, even with the latest weather forecast in my sphere of critical thinking.
The only clear decision I made was that I had to go the grocery store. Not a wise move on game day, which immediately dawned on me as I entered our fine grocery. I had a list, but I kept seeing what others were putting in their carts and I got sidetracked yet again.
The good news? We are going to have dinner tonight.