Frozen goods
This morning as I was opening the freezer to get ice for the cats’ water (shut up), two pounds of hamburger, one pound of bacon, a ginormous pack of tortillas and two packages of hot dogs came hurtling out of the appliance and applied themselves to the top of my bare foot with such velocity that I was too stunned to mutter my standard off-color response to such situations.
I guess I should’ve seen it coming from the hot dogs, but the bacon? After all I’ve done for you?
Anyway, I have been plotting this week’s demise since last Sunday, and it is now finally Friday. My plans this weekend are delightfully slim: eat at Jimmy John’s, buy a grill and clean the house. And maybe attempt to put together the 438-piece grill. And then grill two pounds of hamburger, one pound of bacon, and two packages of hot dogs.
And serve it all in some tortillas.
