[Gemme]

Y'all.

Y'all just don't know.

It started out simple enough. Get out of work. Go to the store. Go home and have dinner. Easy peasy, right?

NOOOOOOOOOOO.

First, I was in the parking lot at Wally World talking to a friend before I went in (and my cell service disappeared as it does in Wally World) and my tummy rumbled. I had a Lunchables with a Halo for lunch and it was NOT enough to keep me satisfied apparently.

So, I went into the store and proceeded to go through my list and then, as I tend to do when distracted by something like, ohhhh...hunger, I started to find my cart full of things I did not see on my list. Now, I didn't want to be impolite as they obviously wanted to come home with me (And who wouldn't? I'm a nice person!) so I let them remain, made my rounds and checked myself out.

At the car, I started to feel a wee bit nauseous, which means I need food PRONTO so I may have had just the tiniest bit of a lead foot getting home but luckily, I live where speed limit signs are merely a suggestion for the masses. Until I got stuck, briefly thank goodness, behind a bus.

At home, the cold stuff got stuck in the fridge and the kitties got their kibble and the rest is still on the floor. For dinner, I decided I wanted to have some broccoli so I nuked a bag to cool so it could go into my salad. I picked up a Caesar salad kit and also some shredded lettuce for filler because those kits never give you enough green stuff.

I don't know about you but when I get really, really, reeeeeally hungry, my hands shake and I get a bit light-headed so that was happening as I was attempting to open the darn packaging of the salad and dammit, it popped open and the top tray with all the things that have flavor went up in the air.

Luckily, I moved quick enough to get the dressing and chicken (all but a couple of pieces, anyway) back in the container before they fell but 90% of the finely shredded Parmesan went onto the rug in front of the stove.

*facepalm*

This, of course, cued my four-legged Hoover who I had to push off. Dude is on a diet and can't even eat regular cat food much less human dairy and he was being persistent as only a 20 lb cat in search of food can be, so I had to do what I had to do.

Out came the vacuum. Instant personal space. Ahhhh.

So, the cheese and tiny bits of chicken and lettuce that slipped through my hands got sucked up and the vacuum is still plugged in and sitting in the middle of my kitchen right now because my stomach was sending up smoke signals, thinking that my throat had been cut. It was a'rumblin' but no food was comin'. Rude!

So, I get all the stuff dumped into a bowl and mixed up with the shredded lettuce and broccoli and as I'm about to take the first bite, I heard 'meow'. Loki has determined the vacuum is not dangerous at this point and is demanding attention and whatever it is that I am stuffing into my face. Life is full of disappointments, Loki, and this is one of them for you, baby boy. Mama's about hurt somebody if she doesn't get her dinner.

So, nearly two hours after the first tummy rumble, I got that bite.

Also, I know I put a lot of salad in this bowl, but I think someone took it because it's nearly gone.