We were up north yesterday, visiting the green city market and picking up the porkchops I ordered from city provisions, when I realized how close to ten it was. Perfect! Let’s go see the cows getting milked.
Imagine my surprise when we roll up at 10:08 am to find Tina and Amarette unhooked from the milking apparatus, and Lyla already back in her stall, chomping away on alfalfa. Are you telling me it takes eight minutes to milk three cows, zookeeper lady? Because I think that is bullshit, pun very intended.
I was upset, but Amarette got real sassy with the Lady Keeper (she’s on edge because of baby Ginger—Amarette, not the Lady Keeper (poor parenthesis placement)) and that made me feel better.
So we continued on our way, off to hit two more grocery stores to finish getting groceries and prepping for Day 1 of my Master Plan. Oh, what’s that? I forgot to tell you how I made a detailed meal itinerary for this week and I’m calling it the Master Plan (sub titled, “This week, we feast”)? Well I did. And it is awesome. I will be updating about its progress all week, so feel free to get really pumped about it.
I was going to up my crazy by becoming an extreme couponer. But I can’t coupon. It’s just not for me. I did look into it this week after watching “Extreme Couponing” with Alex because he “needed a break” from the housewives. It turns out that couponing is not for the sort of people who are very picky about their brands and go to four different grocery stores, farmers’ markets, and delis to get fresh local produce and proteins.
Couponing was out, so extreme planning was in. In defense of my crazy, I had kind of a weird week. To put it in perspective: I considered drinking my emergency Oberon—the last of its kind until the end of March.
...None of this is making me sound any less crazy.