Tues for One

What a disgusting day this has been. It feels outside like it feels inside my head... Pressure filled and yuck.

Seems like a good day for a picture of a dog watching a train go by–


Thank goodness it's time to go home.

Guess I'll try to beat the masses to Kroger. Last week, I swore off the one on Cleveland & Poplar in a fit of rage after a ricotta incident. Sigh... But I've got a long standing feud with Schnucks and the Piggly Wiggly on Madison is scary. (Unless you like bums hitting you up in the frozens.)

So I will go.

But I'm not going to like it.

And I'm going to rearrange the cheeses. Just to make a point.

Man, vendettas are exhausting.

You keep it classy, Internet. It's never soggy here.

PS – Oh, yes, Internet, because I know you're wondering, B & I did the 5k in 38 minutes. And then I ate a Jamaican jerk with feta quesadilla. You know, exercise is its own reward. But a 'dilla is an even better one. Mmmm, dillas... Me hungry... Bet they have some at Kroger. If you're lucky enough to actually find them.