Last week I bought some chicken so I'd have something to cook up for lunches.

Six days later, I remembered it was in the refrigerator, still uncooked. Sigh.

I threw it out and bought morechicken, all of which I either cooked or froze yesterday. So, points to me for that, right?

Except. Last night I packed my happy little lunch bag, thinking of how yummy today's chicken-with-saffron-and-rice was going to be for lunch today.

It will always be a mystery why I subsequently left the lunch bag sitting on the counter, but there it was when I got up this morning.

I dumped my lovely chicken (with its very expensive experimental saffron sauce) sadly down the disposal and threw a frozen egg thing into my lunch bag for lunch.

I had a frozen-egg thing for lunch, too. A different thing, but still an egg-thing. It's a good thing my cholesterol is okay. (It's a tiny touch high, but that's the smoking, not my dairy consumption.)

Somewhere in my subconscious, I seem to be having Chicken Issues. This can't be good. It's the meat I eat most often, the thing I most rely upon when I'm on the diet and the item I reach for every day to up my protein intake. (Turkey is even better for you, but I've eaten so much turkey I can barely face it any more.)

That was it for adventure this past weekend. Out to lunch Saturday, which was tasty but not exciting. (Chili's Lettuce Wraps, which are tasty and lo-cal. I know that because an hour or two after I eat them, I always have to eat more. This week, it was Popcorn Chicken from KFC, which is neither healthy nor diet. But verrrry tasty.

Then to the store to buy a pair of black pants and three pair of underwear.

To the grocery store to buy the afore-mentioned chicken and an amount of junk food that could be justified only by (a) a party; or (b) a sekrit eating habit.

(Did you ever notice that vegetables are never BoGo? Frequently you'll find potato chips, cookies, or crackers on sale, "Buy One, Get One Free." You never see "Buy One Pound of Apples, Get the Second Pound Free" signs, though.)

Okay, not so much of an adventure as an on-going disaster.