Fridge is full.
08/08/2003
I stopped at the grocery store last night after yoga. I meant to buy a few items. An hour later and a bundle of cash, the fridge is full. I am tired of heading out for dinner, I am tired of forging for lunch. My poor office assistant has had a challenge lately: “Devota, what do you want for lunch?” I don’t know, where are you heading today? What’s on the way? I just don’t know, just stop and get me SOMETHING. Problem solved last night.
