Was cussing really necessary?
All I wanted was a Keto Pizza. When I’d grocery shopped, I’d gotten all the ingredients to allow for 3 pizzas over my 14-days.
But I hadn’t remembered the parchment paper…
…until I had left the store.
The moment I realized my blunder, I was just approaching the Walmart, so I jerked the wheel to the right and went in to buy parchment paper and a yoga mat, as one does.
Well, today the pizza craving started.
I pulled out the eggs, mozzarella, sausage, tomato paste and then stopped dead in my tracks. Where had I put the parchment paper?
A cursory check through some of the cupboards found nothing. It must be in my car.
At this point, I couldn’t remember the second item I’d purchased from Walmart, and after the car turned out to be a dead end, I was sure my pizza days were done.
“Damn it,” I might have said, if I hadn’t used a more aggressive swear word that rhymes with duck.
Where is it?!
Then I thought back to Walmart and remembered that the lady who helped me find the parchment paper, told me to next go to sporting goods.
It took a minute and then I remembered.
It had to be with the mat…
…but it wasn’t.
So, I did the unthinkable, I looked in the cupboard that I had assumed I’d never put it in, and found it.
Now, I’m going to eat my pizza.
How goes YOUR apocalypse, today?