This post is being brought to you by germ-infested sickness-swamp that used to be my couch. I have a sore throat that would be described better as scorching flames licking at my Hangy-Ball. Fun.
I’ve been downing H20 like it’s a Jaeger Bombs and I’m still in college. Which always seems counter-productive when you’re sick, because then you have to rise from your slumber every 30 minutes to go to the bathroom. Which is it doc, rest or liquids?!
But the point of this post is that around 2pm today, I shuffled (in my pink fuzzy slippers) over to Lloyd’s man cave and twisted his arm into taking me to the grocery store. It really didn’t take much twisting since you can’t help but pity someone who looks like death with kleenexes shoved up both nostrils (thank God we’re in the comfortable stage…).
I’ve been holed up in our place for 2 days, so it’s funny how exciting a trip to the grocery store can be when you’re bored out of your mind. While there, I spied – what’s this? – a $1.98 per pound sale on organic chicken! Oh me oh my, this is the kinda sale a PF sucker like myself lives for.
I glanced down at my stained Target-brand Ugg boots and caught a glimpse of my sans-make-up splotchy complexion in the glass of a nearby freezer door and debated getting up close and personal to the meat-boy (during my sick-as-a-dog grocery store trips, I generally look down at all costs and walk as fast as my weak body will allow).
Screw it, that’s a damn good deal. I marched up to that guy (did he look scared?) and requested 4 pounds of that chicken. Who cares if I look like I just got hit by a truck? Two bucks for a pound of good chicken is NOT a deal this sickly lady is going to pass up.
The point here is that I have no shame and will not pass up a good deal no matter how bad I look or feel. Ah, the things we do for our budget my friends.
Now excuse me as I go pour warm water through my sinus cavities with my Neti Pot.