Some things never change

So last week, Heather and I had no food in our fridge. I kept opening our fridge full of condiments and thinking, "There's nothing to eat." Our fridge was pretty bare. It was student-fridge-like, or perhaps even guy-fridge-like. Except with milk and cheese slices and eggs.

So then this week we went and spent the GP of a small African nation at the grocery store. And bought enough to feed said small African nation. After the genocide there'd even be enough left for us.

So all day I've been opening our fridge stuffed full of food and thinking, "There's nothing to eat."