We ran out of milk. My mission was simple and direct.
Get milk.
I was also hungry.
There’s a moral here: never send a hungry, pregnant woman out to go get milk.
Here is what I came home with:
- Milk (good. mission accomplished.)
- TWO bags of steamable frozen sweet peas (why I needed two? I don’t know. Especially since we have a bunch of frozen vegetables in the freezer already.)
- A pint of strawberries (there are clearly worse things to be eating.)
- A bag of mini cinnamon raisin bagels (worse things like this.)
- A bucket of sprinkle sugar cookies (why do they come in a BUCKET?! Publix at least has the decency to put them in a TRAY.)
- A bag of Uncle Bens Long Grain and Wild Rice (WHAT?!?!)
All I needed was milk.
Never, ever, ever send a hungry pregnant woman to the store for milk.
I think the best part here is that none of these things actually goes together as a meal. Except maybe the cookies and milk. If you count that as a “meal,” I mean.
I know! I came home and was like, well, I could pair…the…uh…yeah…nope. Not even a chance. Not even CLOSE.