All Eyez On Me...

I felt better after some retail therapy at Ross. I love that place because you never know what kinda weird shit you're gonna find. It's like a scavenger hunt. I saw an awesome painting of a clown eating a cupcake and I wanted it pretty bad, but it was outta my price range for weird shit. As a general rule, I usually try to keep my junk purchases under 10 bucks per item because otherwise I feel like the joke's on me. I hid it way in the back of the pile so maybe it'll go on Clearance one day and my life will be whole again.

I did find these kick ass tumblers for only 5 bucks for the set:
These will be awesome for Kelly's Green Monster smoothies that I plan on trying soon. So maybe I am drinking a smoothie with spinach in it, at least I'm drinking it out of a cup filled with the essence of hardcore gangsta.

Then I went back to work and told Dina about my purchases and this happened:

Good ol' Dina. Always making me feel smart.

I got home at 4:30 and Jeff was still in bed, so whatever. I guess he was up at some point during the day because I found this in the kitchen:

Man, it must really be time to go grocery shopping if he was reduced to baking fucking cornbread to eat for lunch. He has frozen dinners so I dunno what the hell was up with this, but it sure looks like shit. Kitchen's all dirty, sink's all full, and this corn-rock was just sitting there looking sad. I kinda wanna go chuck it at his head, but I guess that would be rude and I'm trying to be nice so he'll take me to get some dinner when/if he wakes up. I'll give him another hour and if nothing happens, it's CORNBREAD TO THE HEAD time.