“Do you wanna tell him what we bet, or should I?” Adele asked her husband.
“Go ahead,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“We bet that there’s more food in our rental refrigerator than there is in your home refrigerator.”
Out of all my friends, Adele has the hardest time accepting my raw dog lifestyle. She’s been very practical and methodical with her life, planning everything and making sure it goes according to schedule. It’s worked for her and she has a full fridge. I, on the other hand, do not plan and just go with the flow, which is probably why I have just a pickle jar, but that’s alright. I work hard to pay my own bills, so why does it matter how I live? If you wanna live bougie, I’ll let you. If I wanna live raw dog, then let me. She wants the best for me, which I appreciate, but I had to tell her that sometimes her comments aren’t warranted. She apologized.
My fridge has been especially empty since starting Job #2. Between family meals twice a day and working there five days a week, I’m eating for free all the time. It hasn’t been good for my love handles, but it’s been great for my savings. I just reached my summer goal and it’s a month early! Woot woot! Let’s celebrate with a pickle dipped in peanut butter.
I bet I have less food in my fridge than you do.