In a moment of desperation at 8pm on Sunday night, when we had nothing in the house for dinner, we bought prepared chicken and potatoes from Billa, our international grocery store. It wasn't good. In fact, it was very, very, bad. Greg found a staple in the middle of one of his baby potatoes. Seriously. What can you do except throw it away, be thankful he didn't swallow it, and learn to never buy prepared food from Billa again?
The desperation has reached the extreme. Tonight we ate Big Macs, french fries, and shakes from МкДоналд'с. Send food. Send food now. (But be sure to label it no value and "paper products" or we may spend half the day and $65 at customs to retrieve it, but that's a story for another day.)
And on that note, will you readers please leave some comments?
1 comment:
I did my part and sent Roxanne a tub of buttercream - please don't tell John!
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