Food. I miss having food at the house.
When I got home, I discovered that someone had left the fridge door slightly ajar when we all left my house on Thursday morning (it could have been me, or any of the 4 other people who crashed here)......so yeah, now I have to go out and replace alllll the stuff that went Bad. Joy! More money to spend!
Oh, that
is a capital 'B' in Bad. (Like in
Ghostbusters.) How bad was it, you ask? The half-gallon milk bottle was bulging from internal pressure. I was just waiting for it to blow up. Yipes!
Luckily it didn't -- I was handling it ultra-carefully, like a bomb disposal team. I didn't have to call FEMA or the EPA after all; that would have been a toxic spill of gargantuan proportions.