I like to shop but not for food. I hate grocery shopping almost as much as I hate going to Home Depot to look at lumber and tools (a deep rooted hate that is, well, rooted in frequent childhood trips to Lumberland as my parents spent years and years renovating our previously dumpy flea-infested home). While Simon was away in London last week I decided to see how long I could go without buying groceries. Aside from a quick trip to Trader Joes to get a sushi roll before hitting the gym, I managed to not go at all. Yup, no bumper cars at the Ranch 99 parking lot for me. No freezing my ass off in the produce aisle or carrying 5 bags of food from my car parked a block away from home. I was perfectly fine eating damn near everything in the freezer and then going out for dinner and eating the doggy bag leftovers over the course of 3 days. This weekend we had Mexican for lunch which meant no room for dinner which meant no need to buy groceries. Tonight dinner will be steak (last one from the freezer) and, um, peas (also frozen). After that we're in trouble.