Cheesy Frustration

Ain't it just grand to be back at the office today? Bubbles is here with her even lighter Paula Deen 'do, spreading her passive aggressive stink throughout the Asylum. I've got my earbuds firmly embedded in the sides of my head, with classic hits from 96.5 pounding in my brain to drown her out.

Bless her heart. She can't help it.

At least that's what I'm going to keep telling myself.

Lulu is back too, thankfully. I had to get her caught up on all of last week's Mahala drama, then informed her that she couldn't leave me here alone anymore. She and her Bubbahubby had a fun filled week in Florida. They're both all tan and smiling with that happy, well rested glow.


Yesterday at the grocery store, I was proud to come out of there having spent only $126, saving $14 with coupons. However, I nearly had a massive coronary on the dairy aisle. I paid $5.58 for a pack of cheese.

Plain, Kraft American Cheese. 24 slices. Individually wrapped.


Ain't no damned sense in that chit ya'll. It's not even good cheese. The next time I visit the grocery store, I'll be checking the deli cheese selections. They can't be any more expensive. And that gooey, yummy, homestyle mac n' cheese I love to make for Ma and the Amazon?

That ain't happenin' ya'll. It's going to be store brand instant mac n' cheese from now on.

Now that I've worked myself into a fine damn tizzy over the price of cheese, I'm gonna run and get some work done. I found out this morning that due to next week's July 4th holiday, I'll only be working three days. I'd better get caught up when I can.

Ya'll tie a knot and hang on. It's gonna get worse before it gets better... but it will get better.

I promise.

Later Taters.