G’morning.

I am car-free today. For part of today, at least. Coffee is taking my sweet little Cybele to work with him and I’m going to hang around the house until his car is ready for me to pick up at the shop. With any luck, it’ll be ready with enough time for me to go grocery shopping since I didn’t do it on Friday and Coffee didn’t want to do it on the weekend with me. (Wah wah wah..)

I am out of ingredients for my cabbage sammiches, you see, and I am out of spicy peanut satay tuna and bocconcini cheese, and that leaves me with exactly NOTHING that I want to eat. Nothing other than chocolate-covered Sugar Babies. I’m not saying I can’t sustain myself on a few boxes of those. We all know I can. I’m more saying that Coffee doesn’t want to come home to me lying on the floor all sweaty and delirious from the sugar high and have to carry my ass upstairs while I clutch at my stomach and moan a lot and beg him to shoot me.

(Out of curiosity, is there an actual age when the urge to behave like “an adult” kicks in? )

Perhaps I can fashion a few meals out of the three almost-empty boxes of Cinnamon Life that Coffee has been saving, combined with a box of graham crumbs and some already-open pasta sauce from the back of the fridge! I can add in a few single-serving packets of KoolAid (cherry) and three or four squares of bitter baking chocolate – just for flavour. A can of chickpeas for garnish and, well.. we’ll call it “Dana Surprise Casserole”. Do you suppose I’ll need to put that in the oven, or can I just stir it around with a pair of take-out chopsticks and call it done?

Man, my life is HARD.

EDITED TO ADD: Scurvy Averted! The garage called less than an hour after we dropped Coffee’s car off and told us it was ready for pick up. HOW SWEET IS THAT?! .. I may make the Dana Surprise Casserole anyway. I was kinda’ getting psyched for the fabulous taste sensation of chickpeas and bitter chocolate.