Note to Self

I will never go to the grocery store drunk ever again.

Last night, after having my fair share of free beers at a Junior Chamber meeting, I decided to swing by Kroger for a "few things". Which somehow turned into $103 worth.

I happily hummed as a pushed my buggy through the aisles and apparently grabbed anything that appealed to me in the moment.

Which is why I now have a family-size jar of queso and several boxes of Little Debbies sitting in my pantry. Sweeeeet.

I did manage to make friends with the guy next to me at the self-checkout station though. Together, we made fun of the automated lady's robotic voice and laughed out loud when she screwed up. I think he was secretly impressed to discover an attractive female with enough junk food to feed a fraternity house.

Too bad I didn't get his number. I could have had him over for more chicken wings and snack cakes than he could possibly handle.