Saturday, June 19, 2010
So, today I get to suffer. Its not the gym and its not some crazy diet. No, today I get to go to the Commissary. The place where every evil, pushy, crazy, mean military wife likes to go to on the weekends. I like to think of it as the Olympics for grocery shopping.... get in, get out, with everything you need in less than 2 hours without getting hurt. Sometimes, the little old ladies there are so picky and crazy that it reminds me of a holiday sale where two women fight over the last ham. Now, I usually do my grocery shopping at the Commissary on the weekdays after 7pm because there are less people there but I wasnt able to make it during the week and now we are out of food. So, unless I want to come off my diet and eat horribly bad at Taco Bell for the next couple of days, I need to get on it. Wish me luck!