Food

I might need to go grocery shopping. What do you think? I basically only have Mountain Dews and salsa. My mom and dad brought over the Diet Pepsi and the beer to assist them in assisting me in unpacking. I really should go to the store. Or something. It’s quite sad how little food I have in here. But seriously, I moved into the middle of Retail Heaven, where there is every single food place I could ever want within about two blocks of me. It’s convenient. And a little dangerous. I could be 400 pounds by like November.

Tonight I put off the grocery shopping by returning to my aunt’s house. She fed me. I wonder at what age it becomes pathetic that I only eat real food at relative’s houses? Hmm. Don’t answer that. I will have you know, I did not go over to the house JUST to eat, although I knew that eating was probably going to occur, and I wasn’t exactly upset about this.

I went over to my aunt’s house because it was the kid’s birthday and she invited me over for cake. Because I never turn down cake I went on over. I got there quite a ways into her little party with a couple of her friends. They had already returned from the scavenger hunt my aunt sent them on. As they were eating their cake I noticed that they each had a pile of one dollar bills next to them. I asked them where they got the cash and they all said, “The scavenger hunt.” I was like, “People just GAVE you money?” “No, we got all the things on the list so we got a bonus.” “Cash?” “Yeah, we got a dollar for everything on the list and then if we got all 20 we got a ten dollar bonus.” I looked to my aunt, she shrugged, “I didn’t feel like buying stupid prizes.” This is what happens when a bookkeeper plans party games.

I’m thinking that the kid is going to have a lot of people wanting to come to her birthday party next year when the word gets out that it is a money-making venture.