My house is quiet.

Jimi and J are off to the grocery to buy milk and Little Debbies.  They're buying other things too, I guess, but those are the only ones I care about.

And I just realized I'm reheating leftover skillet lasagna, but he went to the store to buy hot dogs and tater tots for tonight's dinner?  Are we having 2 dinners?  First dinner?  Second dinner?  It's not unheard of, just unusual when we're not camping.

This is why we're fat.

I feel as though I have nothing of substance to write about.

I came home last night and found that my plant lights were burned out, even though they were only 3 weeks old. I took them back to the store from which I'd purchased them and was all, "Um, I bought these three weeks ago and they're already burned out."  He handed me two new bulbs and I was on my way in less than 2 minutes.

That is what I call a positive shopping experience.  No waiting, no exchange of money.  Just in and out.  Easy peasy.

God, I'm lazy.

I'm tired.  SO tired.  I went to bed at 9:30 last night, and slept mostly through the entire night, which is more uncommon than not.  And still I felt for most of the day as though the only thing I wanted most in the world was to curl up and take a nap.  I got home and took a nap.  And I'm ready to go back to bed.

I would, too.  But he's bringing back Little Debbies.  And this is why I'm fat.