Famished for Food
**UPDATE: My spreadsheet is found, I now have food and life is good again**
IT’S MONDAY, AND I’M ALREADY HUNGRY. Is it not enough that it’s Monday? I mean, that’s a huge thing all in itself. Matter of fact, that works as answer to anything:
Aubrey what’s wrong?
It’s Monday.
How’s that spreadsheet coming (oh yea, the one that’s still LOST?!)
It’s Monday.
How’s your Grandma?
It’s Monday.
What’re you thinking?
It’s Monday.
Except this time, It’s Monday and I’m Hungry. I’m hungry and I’m on a quest – for Funions. Kevin and I were driving around the other day and for some insane reason I felt the need to blurt out of nowhere, “Whenever I find Funions, I feel like I’ve won something massive.” I clenched my fists together for added emphasis.
“. . .O. . .kay?” He asked, looking at me out the corner of his eye.
“Well, you just can’t find those anywhere, it’s like a prize. A prize of yummy goodness.”
“Eww. Funions are sooo gross!” He proclaimed.
“WHAT?! You don’t like Funions?! You don’t like Funions.” I huffed. “You mean to tell me we’re similar in every other way but you can’t stand Funions? Well, then guess what? I hate the vinegar in Salt and Vinegar chips.” Oh yes, I went there. I hated on his favorite chips.
“Well then, I hate the onions in Funions.”
We both bust up laughing and that was the end of that discussion – he won. We agreed to disagree (and what a great first disagreement that was), and get our favorite type of chips anyway – except Chevron was lame and didn’t have either.
However, he made it up to me later when he found my stash of Easy Cheese and Wheat Thins. “Oh my goodness I love these! You’re probably mad that I found them.” Mad, no. Surprised that you like them? Yes.
I got thinking of how much my father hates Easy Cheese. He calls it “Fish Cheese” because he claims it’s so similar to the cheese bait he used while fishing as a kid. He won’t even come close to a can of Easy Cheese if you paid him. Thinking of that got me thinking of butter. Both are so similar with how they can be processed and sold in so many different forms.
And now butter’s got me thinking about toast, and pancakes, and all the other stuff I’d like to make in the morning when I get up.
But wait.
It’s Monday.
Raincheck to Tuesday? Why yes please.
