Yesterday I decided to go to the grocery store first thing and it was a crazy zoo. I was going to make Trader Joe’s orange chicken for Jacob’s Coronavirus Birthday, but locusts had descended upon the freezer section. All manner of asian delicacies were gone, though the kale gnocchi was plentiful.
I found Plan B at the Whole Paycheck– a rack of baby back ribs and all manner of fruit for chocolate fondue. I was able to score the last three yellow bananas and a can of refried beans for later this week. The canned soup aisle has also been picked clean by locusts. Oh, and they must have washed-up with the lavender wipes. None to be found.
I made it home, put all the groceries away, and then pried the little zombies from their screens. That’s the real challenge. It’s raining. We’re not supposed to go anywhere. And the zombies have already infiltrated my house. Four weeks without organized sports and recess are still relatively unfathomable. We did the Bob Jones this morning, but the storm was blowing in and we had to high-tail it back just as we reached the beach.
The real challenge of the next few months will be deprogramming the zombies. I got them out in the afternoon for a final round of errands. I’m kind of disappointed in my list from yesterday. I mean seriously… Flonase?
