I am the worst excuse for a grown-up ever.
This evening my dinner consisted of a cup of raspberries and a cup of rice.
Not because I am on some weird diet, but rather because this was the best meal I could come up with with the food elements currently in my house.
I wish I could say that this is due to the fact that I am getting ready to do some traveling and I am purposely not buying any food products. But no. My refrigerator is usually pretty bare. Or has condiments that begin to look unsightly simply due to the mere fact that they are never used. It appears as though a bachelor in his mid-twenties lives at my house.
He does not.
If you hear a loud roaring noise in the west valley, don't be alarmed. It's simply one of those C-130 cargo planes used to deliver pallets of food to third world countries making a side trip to my house.
Whose services were no doubt retained by my mother.
