Breakfast today consisted of a bag of Doritos because . . . I don’t have a sink or stove. I don’t know if I’ve said that enough on these pages. There’s a part of me that says I’ll laugh at all of this one day; that in a few weeks, this will serve as the basis of a line of self-depreciating comedic bits that my friends will love.
I don’t know about that because every time I come home, I feel like Charlton Heston:
I’m not normally a Doritos eater. I was in the store last night and for some odd reason, they just called to me. I guess that I wanted something different, and strangely, they fit the bill. I’ve since come to regret that, because I’ve got that horrible fake-taco taste in my mouth and
Oh well. Nothing I can do until next week. Maybe buy more bags of Doritos. And breath mints – lots-o-breath-mints.
On the positive side, I’ve picked up the Little Woman’s Valentine’s Day card. Nothing spectacular, but I think she’ll like it. To hedge my bets, however, I also grabbed a Red Velvet Cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. It’s her favorite, and it doesn’t hurt that this is the first one I’ve been able to get for her in a couple of years. I could commit all kinds of villainy now; as far as she’s concerned, that cheesecake will save me. Now, I just have to keep her away from the freezer – a task easier said than done.
I love it when a plan comes together.