So I went to Wally at midnight (like I always do the Monday after payday) to buy groceries. Whoever said you shouldn't buy groceries when you're hungry was right. Walking down the canned veggie aisle, I saw a jar of green olives and was seized with a sudden craving. By the time I carried in six bags of groceries (one-handed) I was really, really hungry for those olives.
Did you know it's impossible to open a short, fat jar of olives while wearing a wrist brace? I know. I tried. Three times. And did you also know that the number of people who are willing to come over at 2 a.m. and open a jar of olives is, shockingly, zero?
So then I gave up and made poached eggs instead.
At least I can still crack eggs.
This is what it's come to...blogging about olives and eggs.
Wish good news for me at the doctor's office later today.