My fridge was literally bare. Seriously. A half a loaf of bread. A cucumber. A few carrots.
Ummm... Ranch Dressing (maybe?).
But there were some Honey Nut Cheerios in the pantry. Oh, wait - that's right - no milk.
I took a three day vacation; soaking up every word in Kathryn Stockett's, The Help.
What children? You're Hungry? Go mooch off the neighbors.
What's that husband? You'd like some clean clothes? Just rub the baby food off one of the dirty shirts. See? Good as clean.
Yes. It was that good.