Chef Boy R' D-Minus

Today I was taking a Totino’s Pizza out of the oven and badly burnt my left thumb. Well ok, it’s not that bad, but it’s still an owwie! Oddly enough, instead of the string of profanity one might expect from a Willamette grad, when it happened, I simply sighed and said “good grief.” Anyway, I’ve taken this as even more evidence that I should cook as little as possible. With that in mind, I’m going shopping in a few minutes. Here’s my list:

--Egg Nog, three pints (hey, daddy needs his courage, right Zayne?!)
--Microwave Ravioli, various types (hmmm…ravioli)
--Chicken (I want to rub my meals against a wall and see the other side)
--Totino’s Pizza (once bitten, twice shy)
--Easy Mac, Extreme Cheese (That’s why they call me T-Mac)

Things I won’t be getting:

--Any form of soda (I’ve discovered that I’m almost as addicted to caffeine-free Pepsi as I was to the original. From tomorrow on, it’s only water!)
--Any form of potato (Gross)
--Ice Cream (my ass has been elected to the local school board on a platform of being huge, and my thighs are running for Metro. Watch out, McLain!)