Okay. There’s hardly any groceries in the fridge, we’re down to the crappy chunky peanut butter that my husband bought by mistake, I had to use shampoo because we’re out of body wash, and there’s only one roll of toilet paper left in the house.
Yep. Can’t put it off any longer. I seriously need to get groceries and do a Wal-Mart run.
Ugh. I hate getting groceries and doing Wal-Mart runs.
