no eggs

This is representative of my life: I went to the store to pick up eggs and a zester. Really, all I needed were the eggs to make lemon squares I promised a co-worker. I spent over a half hour browsing and picked out, in addition to the dozen eggs and zester, a cheese slicer, lime-chili almonds, a 20-ounce bottle of Pepsi for Rob, and frozen artichoke-cheese calzones. I got home. I put away everything in the bag. And then I realized I had left the (paid for) eggs at the store.

I heated up one of the artichoke-cheese calzones with the tomato sauce I made last week (or the week before? -- I hope it doesn't kill me). I will now eat it with some wine. Because wine makes the pain go away. Plus, the thought of a very fruity meal, tomato- and grape-based, delights me.