No soup for us!
A storm’s a coming, and Derek was in charge of picking up ‘essentials’ while I was at work. This storm is predicted to be ‘crippling’, and the forecasters, and the Governor are preparing us for major power outages due to ice. If I’m MIA, you’ll know why.
So Derek went to the store (aka his arch nemesis). Most guys hate clothes shopping, but this guy hates all shopping.
He got my wine (brownie points), he got water, milk and t.p., but he forgot about the food. You know the stuff? It’s the stuff we eat that nourishes our bodies. It’s the stuff that keeps us from going all ‘Lord of the Flies’ on each other. Yep, that’s the stuff he forgot. He also forgot toothpaste, and our tube’s about one scissor cut away from being empty.
He has a plan though, because he’s a man (insert grunts). If the power does go out, he’s gonna rustle us up some food, and grill it!
Umm, okay, manly man. We live in downtown, and our ‘weapons’ are your childhood b.b. gun or my pepper spray. Our wildlife consists of squirrels, and I’m not eating a squirrel. I’m already terrified of squirrels, so it’d be just my luck to be haunted by one that I’ve grilled and consumed. Those beady eyes.
Also, this is our grill…
We have cereal,milk,and wine, so we should be good, but I swear, Derek is already looking tasty.
Best of luck to all who live on the East Coast. Try not to eat each other!