So last night I bit the bullet and forced myself to go to HEB. I despise grocery shopping. I put it off as long as possible. However, I recently learned that if I stop shopping like I did in college and just STOCK UP on things I use up, I can go even less...brilliant, I know.
Anyway, there I was, shopping along, somewhere in the frozen food department, hating every moment of it, when I noticed my basket was not moving along as smoothly as before. In fact, one of the wheels seemed to be caught on something. I glanced down and used my foot to push whatever it was out of the way and it was -- and I kid you not -- a chunk of raw, slimy chicken breast.
I really have nothing more to say about that.