I'm supposed to prepare Easter dinner for the family tonight. I knew there was a delicious, albeit frozen, slab of high quality beef in the kitchen, which would be decadent and delicious, had I remembered to defrost it. Now dinner is four hours away and I.have.nothing. FUCK.
Don't know how I'm going to scam my way out of this one. I hardly think everyone will get excited for pizza when they were expecting special meat deliciousness. Probably shouldn't have spend the last hour bragging about my rendezvous with Mr. Dressup and hauled ass to the grocery store instead. I could cry. Wish me luck.
No matter what happens, I'll never be as desperate as this old fool.