Scrounge night
Well, I had groceries ready for Denny to grill burgers, but he wasn’t feeling like grilling, so we scrounged.
Denny had leftover pizza, I had a grilled cheese (provolone and some sort of Mexi-blend on whole wheat), Miles had noodles, and Tobin had yogurt. We all had peaches and cherries.
This is some inspiring stuff, I tell you.
Don’t you think those are the best nights sometimes? We always called it “every man for themselves” when I was a kid.