Friday: Decides I’m sick of chicken and fry some ground beef into a bun-less hamburger but I burn it and it sets off the smoke alarm. Orders a Big Mac and fries and a milkshake from Door Dash.
Friday: Decides I’m sick of chicken and fry some ground beef into a bun-less hamburger but I burn it and it sets off the smoke alarm. Orders a Big Mac and fries and a milkshake from Door Dash.
Remembers that consuming ice cream or any dairy product in the evening causes me to vomit. Looks at the sell by date on the large package of chicken thighs I just bought and realize I must cook them by tomorrow.
Saturday: My Door Dash driver and I are now engaged. In case you are interested, we are registered for wedding gifts at Whole Foods.