What happens when I go away for the weekend? I miss my email that tells me how many weeks I am and I get ahead of myself. I was happily chugging along to the tune of “32 weeks” all weekend until I read my email just now. Only 31. Not that it makes much difference anyway. And not that I actually know how many weeks I am. I just like to have a number to give the curious public, that’s all.
OH, and it crossed my mind that if anyone is actually reading my grocery list, you might wonder why I say please and stuff. It’s because I email it to Brent and he gets the groceries and brings them home. So, I have to add notes and stuff. I’m not really THAT forgetful.
Monday- Oatmeal/Peaches/Quesadillas/popcorn/Chicken and veggies
Tuesday-Eggs and Bagels/fruit/sandwiches/fruit/Something meaty and beefy and filling?
Wednesday: Eggs and Bagels/Fruit and Granola/sandwiches/ Popcorn/Pancakes
Thursday: Eggs and Toast/Yogurt/Leftovers/Fruit/Homemade Hamburger Helper
Friday: Presoaked Oatmeal/Muffins/Leftovers/Fruit/DIY Pizza
Saturday: Eggs and Toast/apples, PB, and raisins/leftovers/smoothies/beans and rice
Sunday: Pancakes/at church/Sandwiches/Soup
fruit on sale
Trail Mix- that “student” blend was good
boneless skinless thighs
chicken pieces for grilling
beef hot dogs
chicken breakfast sausage
(I know I’m killing you on the meat, but I need it for the next few weeks, please)