I am going to take a quick break from my Anna-and-Jenna-come-to-visit posts and bring you to real time…winter in Paris. I have a real problem. The problem is…how do you get out of a warm bed and physically MAKE yourself walk 1/2 mile to the grocery store when your phone says “19 degrees” on it? I went through a series of explanations to tell Daniel when he asked why I didn’t go because the chances were not in his favor. Pretty much, my morning went something like this:
“I think I have a Quiche in the freezer. We can eat on that for at least 2 meals.”
“I have lots of diet coke and that usually fills me up pretty good.”
“I have one onion and one clove of garlic. Surely I can come up with something? I will just Google it.”
“Damn, I wish I didn’t live with a boy. They require SO much food.”
“How would Daniel feel about a packet of rice for dinner? Or a cracker?”
Well, after going back and forth with myself for about 45 minutes, I finally mustered up the might to go to the stinking grocery store. It was cold. Now, 10 hours later, I still can’t feel my toes. Bon Ap!