Oh really?
I hate living with my parents sometimes. (Sometimes I don’t because they don’t charge me rent, bless their souls… but that’s for another day.)
Now is one of the sometimes that I hate living with them. Why? Because my mom tells me I don’t need to bother shopping for my own groceries because I don’t eat very much anyway and it’s not a big deal for her. Okay. Thanks mom. BUT… she pretty much waits until there’s no food in the house left to go grocery shopping! Right now I’m looking at half a carton of orange juice, 1/4 dozen eggs, some chopped romaine, various condiments, and leftover ham from last night’s dinner. Sorry, but this really isn’t going to cut it for me. I’ve tried to politely tell her that we need groceries and the response is ‘We have plenty of food, you’re just not trying hard enough.’
Result: My April goal of spending less money on food is failing.
