The Bloody Doors Off

Okay. So.

We are implementing some great ideas to save money.

As most families do.

And Marlo has a terrific suggestion of how we can cut our grocery bill by ordering less from Instacart (solely because it’s easy) and actually walking the aisles in a store and buy the pantry stuff and cheese while looking for deals? Instacart doesn’t give you a discount on your order if they find it on sale.

One of the staples, milk, we don’t hesitate to have delivered. We order 4 4L bags (1% and 2% lactose-free) and 4 2L Fairlife Chocolate Milk bottles twice a week. Economically, we’ll pay the delivery fee and tip. The stuff we don’t need right away? Let’s use our PC points.

But here come these fucking cravings again. This time, trussed up in rope, sprinkled with ginger and called Pancake Betty, it’s a struggle not to click ‘add to cart’ for pudding.

Yes.

Pudding.

Which I can do without, thankyouverymuch.

My endocrinologist would agree with that last sentence.

It’s want versus need.

I don’t need pudding.

Hey.

Stop smirking.

I’m being serious.

This isn’t a Doritos commercial.

Oh my god. Doritos is in the dictionary attached to this blog. It wasn’t flagged.

I should get advertising revenue for mentioning their brand.

Twice.

They say if you look in an empty Doritos bag and say “I need those!” five times.

You’re a fucking idiot.