I made a PB&J sandwich for Johnny yesterday morning to send in his lunch. The fact that I actually remembered to make a lunch in the morning rather than waiting until he was starving at 2pm is remarkable. And I was careful to put the lunch bag by the front door so he would remember to take it. What happened after that, I don't recall. All I know is that we were in a frenzy to get to birth class last evening after lounging on the couch after work for 1 hour, only to find that "the loaf" was missing. The only idea I could come up with for dinner was to make grilled cheese sandwiches. I know I know. My poor husband. The cooking in our home has slipped to the bare minimum this week. I just don't want to be bothered with thinking and planning and grocery shopping. Can't do it this week. So, grilled cheese sounded like a gourmet option compared to frozen meals. He loves grilled cheese and was like a lion on the prowl after I told him I couldn't find "the loaf". We both dug through every nook of the fridge and in every cabinet only to find no bread. What a weird feeling. I lost my bread.
I found it this morning above the stove. Not sure how it got there or what I was thinking when I put it there.
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