It's been a long, exhausting week.
My husband comes home today, but I'm not really happy to see him.
I'm mad at him. And I don't know when I'll stop being mad at him. In fact, mad doesn't really describe it. Disgusted is more like it.
I'm tired. My body hurts. And I have the eighth birthday on Wednesday, not to mention the party on Saturday. Did I mention I was tired?
So this may be my only post this week.
But I couldn't let the week pass without sharing this with you.
Do you know about Angel Food Ministries?
Go ahead, check it out. I'll wait while you see if they have a distribution site in your area. You should really see if they do.
For $55.00, two men loaded two boxes of food into my car. I didn't even have to get out. In those two boxes were:
4--6oz sirloin steaks
2 lb boneless chicken breast
4 boneless pork chops
2 lb chicken nuggets
Salisbury Steak frozen entry
l lb beef hotdogs
1 lb frozen stir fry veggies
1 lb carrots
32oz Shelf Stable Milk
35 oz Crinkle cut fries
Mac and Cheese box
1 lb rice
1 lb bean soup mix
3lb russet potatoes
3 lb sweet potatoes
l lb carrots
3 lb red delicious apples
2 Anjou pears
4 gala apples
and half a vanilla cream bundt cake
But we no longer have the bundt cake because the kids and I ate it all. I didn't feel like sharing it with him.
How cool is that?
I can do alot with that.
But since a grocery list isn't everyone's idea of good blogging, you can check here for my personal grocery game posts.
But I totally won't talk about how I went on a huge shopping spree to drown my aching sorrows last week. I did find some great deals hitting every resale shop in town, but it cost me. Or rather, it cost the husband, but you know, they say shopping makes you feel better. Or it's symptom of depression, or something. I just figured if my husband got to slap down the cash for a last minute plane ticket, the kids and I could have fun at the Lego store. I mean, I'm just saying.
But that doesn't count.
And now we'll go eat pineapple. Before the plane lands.
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