My visit to the grocery store dusted off memories of college from the early 80s. the days of Ramen Noodles and Vienna Sausage are being revisited out of economic necessity. Desperate times call for desperate measures as my friend, Amanda is known to say. Desperation, however, does not call for the substitution of those slimy hot dogs that resemble a the bright red look of a boiled lobster and splatter when thrown against the wall for those plump mini wieners because of 30 years of inflation. What can I say about Ramen Noodles? The only change in the past 30 years is a price increase to approximately 20 cents a pack. I did bag some good bargains; and we will not go hungry for the rest of the month. Unfortunately Vienna Sausages and Ramen Noodles don’t soak up beer in the belly like a good old sack of Krystal burgers; but my old body says those partying days are over. I will find humor in these hard times and appreciate the things that I do have.
Thank you Sister T and brother John for the grocery boost! And thank you Rosy for the goodies!
Until next time, keep your head above the droppings.
Those fucking droppings just keep on a coming!:):):) Hey;We made it through plenty….and we will make it through lots bmore! We LOVE all of you…and feel ya’ too! Sister T…and poor sick in bed Papa John
Damn…I will trade you my ramen noodles for your cabinets…LMAO….NICE!
This stage of life kind of reminds me of the Jimmy Buffett song “The Great Peanut Butter Conspiracy”.