It was a lot of fun. Not so fun: hauling ass to PetSmart to slip in 10 minutes before closing. I always feel like a duck doing that. Two other people came in hot to the parking lot and ran into the store behind me. A bag of dicks. I also picked up some cleaning supplies and a few groceries at Target. I poured myself into bed by 11.
Sunday I got my food prep done and the dishwasher was running by 10 am. I made oatmeal, poop soup, and sweet potato slices for the dogs; egg muffins with spinach and cheese for breakfast; spaghetti squash with tomatoes, olive oil, black olives and chicken for dinner and one lunch; and cauliflower fried rice for the rest of the lunches. Do you know some jokester grocery stores are selling cauliflower for $6 a head? GFY.
I did about 675 loads of towels and other shore laundry. My house has shit all over it and needs purging, but instead of doing anything productive I laid down on the couch, ate potato chips, and zoned out while watching a shitload of old episodes of The Office. Sometimes you have to say fuck it.
Saturday morning Lori and I headed down to the shore to clean up the efficiency. Not too much damage, but we had to move most stuff out, then move all furniture and sweep/vacuum/floor mate/Odoban or bleach the floors, baseboards, and bottoms of furniture. We rewarded ourselves with Manco & Manco and Shriver's candy. Plus showers and Lee's Hoagies after hitting the grocery store.
I busted out and went to see my Lola. I was sick before our trip so it had been a while. My lovely niece is getting big and smiley! When I got home Michelle dropped by with my little girlfriend Amelia. It was a girl power Sunday.
When I did decide to be productive, the dressing I marinated my chicken thighs in set the grill on fire. I threw the chicken in the oven and got back on the couch. Sometimes productivity does not pay. Zoning out it is. These dogs are always down to zone out.
January was gone in a blink. February is here. No spend month begins today.
