The Girl has graduated, and The Boy had the summer off, so needless to say, the Daisyfae Dream Condo has been hopping this summer. Both of them have a marked tendency toward vampire body clocks, despite my annoying need to rise at 0600 every morning. We learned to cohabitate well – they stayed out of my ‘bubble’ (mostly) and kept the noise down when the old broad needed to sleep.
Food-wise, however, it’s been a bit odd. i found myself looking forward to days when The Girl would infest the kitchen, trying out new recipes and on occasion, making a midnight grocery run to purchase ingedients for the world’s most fabulous oatmeal-pecan-chocolate chip cookies.
Both of them have returned to their apartment near the university for a couple days to finish clearing out the old apartment, prior to moving day this coming Sunday. Coming home from work tonight to a quiet home, i found myself going straight to the fridge – hoping like hell there would be some leftovers…
i really need to cook. ok. even more fundamental? i probably should go to the grocery more than once every two months…
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Note to the offspring: Ate the rest of the mac and cheese. And what the fuck kind of Doritos were those? Nasty-assed things. Nearly killed the taste of the Kraft cheddar in the noodles… C’mon, guys. i’m wasting away here….
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