Tortellini

I skipped my usual grocery store visit today. In truth, I just couldn't face it. Sometimes, I find my to-do list overwhelming,
and fall victim to being non‑victimized. If anyone out there remembers Lifespring, EST or Co‑Dependency, you'll
know what I mean. You probably also
color your hair. On days like today, my
general annoyance level makes me grateful for the mute button on my radio (or
satellite player, to be more technically correct.) I don't want to hear a remake of
"Waterfalls," thank you very much. The trouble is, when I hit the mute button, I just finish the song off
in my head so it's not very effective. Anyway, there are times when I feel I have too much to do to be bothered
with grocery shopping. Oddly, these are
also the days where I don't manage to accomplish very much despite working at
it for quite some time. So rather than
have a healthy wild-caught fish or clever herb-coated chicken, I rummage
desperately through what's left from the last shopping trip, and am so terribly
grateful to come up with anything still edible, like the package of cheese
tortellini I found tonight. The great
thing about it is somehow it lasts a long time (I choose not to read the
preservatives list), so it could've hidden another week or even three, and
still been there to save me on my next co-dependent backlash. Hallelujah, I don't have to shop or eat
peanut butter and jelly! So I boiled the
tortellini, topped it with a respectable tomato sauce and called it
dinner. If any pour soul in this house
dared to complain tonight, they would've found themselves driving to a
take-out, I assure you. Don't forget to
shop for psychological or emotional or just-plain-lazy emergencies. And thank you, Buitoni.