I’m throwing in the towel. That’s it. I spent 350 dollars just over a week ago at the best grocery store in town….and that was AFTER I sat down and had breakfast in there to hopefully prevent that kind of spending. About 100 of that was vitamins and paper towels and other cleaning stuff that Holly and I needed and mags too of course. Let’s call it 250 dollars worth of food. Though I get called a health freak on the show all the time, I really don’t go crazy in the produce section like those women who buy every single thing organic and want to make salads from scratch all the time. Why would I do that, when going to the salad bar everyday gives me something to do and some kind of social interaction? I breeze through the greens, buy a ton of fruit of course and then hit the meats. Let’s focus on this meat predicament. I love meat. I love red meat, I love white meat, I love most all kinds of meat. To top it off, I purposely went to this store on a Sunday afternoon in the hopes that I would encounter some hot men-though that never happens. I thought grocery stores were supposed to be a good place to meet people?

Back to the meat of the story…I took a number and with about 10 people in front of me, I had some time to peruse the wide assortment of meats. I know my steaks and chicken, but anything past that really throws me. I got into conversation with this mildly attractive, but married guy. I bet he was hotter pre-marriage, but he was really nice and offering up unsolicited meat advice so I took it. I bought 2 filets, a pork tenderloin and some weird blueberry breakfast sausage. Of course, the only thing I cooked right was the first filet a week ago. I froze the pork and burnt the sausages to the texture of mini footballs. Yesterday when I got home from work, I realized that I had the second filet marinating in some concoction in some tupperware and I googled, “how many days can a filet stay in the fridge?” There were mixed opinions on this, but the average seemed to be 5 days max. I figure it’s been 7, so if I cook it over medium, it should be no prob right? WRONG. I ate half of it, refrigerated the rest other than the 2 pieces I gave to my doggie. I went to nap and felt decent. I got up to go the the gym and took Maximus on a walk first. I should have known when he went to the bathroom 3 times on the 10 minute walk that he was experiencing food poisoning. I poisoned my dog. I managed to run my 6 miles before it kicked in for me and I threw up the second I got home from the gym. I don’t know why I didn’t want to believe it was my fault. I suck at anything domesticated. Half the stuff I hate doing (laundry, cleaning, taxes…the all around responsible stuff) and the stuff I don’t particularly hate I suck at. I’m done. It’s a sign. A bad personal life and not good at wifey things. I am not meant to be married. I am meant to work. So here I am…