My first kvetch.

Ok, it's really not my first kvetch ever, but it's my first blog kvetch, and that's really something.

Right.

So anyway, I actually don't have much to kvetch about. I do however, need to get going. I have to stop at the store. What's that you say? You're DYING to know what I'm picking up at Super Stop & Shop next door to work? Well, ok, but only because you begged so nicely:

• basil
• parsley
• garlic
• 14 oz. can sweetened condensed milk (our friend brought back a bottle of key lime juice from Key West)
• pie crust (and my husband is going to pie it up. Bastard. I can't have pie.)
• little pieces of beef (snack food of the rich and famous)
• boneless, skinless chicken thighs (for my thrilling lunches)
• brown rice pasta incl. spaghetti (he wants spaghetti for dinner tonight with the steaks we thawed. Although I'm a little disconcerted eating steak after watching Napoleon Dynamite last night.)
• bag of baby spinach (Dear G-d, I have to eat something else for lunch other than chicken and brown rice or brown rice pasta. So I'll eat chicken with baby spinach. Huzzah.)
• frame (something lame- I printed out a funny cartoon that Joolz sent me, and am going to put it in a frame and hang it in the kitchen.)

And there we have it, folks. My first official blog entry. Huzzah, indeed.