Dinner

Hard day at work, but yoga was good. So was the shower.

But no dinner yet. Maybe I’ll skip it for once. It was an exhausting day and I want to go to bed.

But my stomach is rumbling.

“Meow.”

That face! I have to scoop her up.

“Let’s see what we have to eat.” Together, we peer into the refrigerator. “I don’t think I can stand another salad, and I don’t want to even think about rotisserie chicken. Do you want some?”

Whiskers looks uncertain.

“No? I don’t blame you. Maybe an omelette?”

Honestly, I’m too tired to cook.

“How about a sandwich? Oh, drat! I forgot to buy deli.”

I really need to start keeping a grocery list on my phone.

And a few insta-meals wouldn’t hurt, would they? Add that to the list!

ONLY IF THEY’RE HEALTHY! Eyes on the prize, Amy!

I refuse to notice the picture of short shorts I stuck on the refrigerator.

Not that I’d ever wear them, but still…

Maybe there’s something in the freezer that I’ve forgotten about. One more container from Mom…

Nope! But… Vanilla ice cream? Why do I have… From the holidays, of course.

It looks really good.

Dairy?

NO, AMY.

SHORT SHORTS!

YOU CAN’T EAT ICE CREAM FOR DINNER!

Rumble.

Maybe just a little.