instead I just get lazy.
and hubby gets lazy.
and the last thing we want to bother with after a late, long day is cooking.
because at this moment, yes, our fridge is full of stuff, but nothing that really makes much sense.
about 20 beers left over from the super bowl, half of a coconut cream pie, and some salsa.
so instead we opt for the dinner cop-out.
we need a good kick in the ass, I know.
but it was good if that counts for anything.