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Mar. 5th, 2008 10:35 amI order from PeaPod grocery delivery service relatively often, because their prices are reasonable and it beats having to schlep crap home from the grocery store. Plus I can write fanfic while I grocery shop. :D
Anyway, I generally comb through the "specials" once I'm done picking up the staples, to see what I can get on the cheap. This time around I found generic Mac&Cheese for forty cents a box, so I bought five boxes for R, figuring two bucks is negligible and he would be less likely to eat my Cap'n Crunch if there was Kraft Dinner on offer. The groceries were delivered last night after he went out to a gig, so I stashed it all away and left the macaroni and cheese on the usual shelf on his side of the pantry where he'd see it (and potentially be very confused, but it is one of my delights in life to confuse R).
This morning I woke up and found R and Michael asleep in the living room and all five boxes of macaroni and cheese empty on the table. Also, the half-gallon of milk I bought for Cap'n Crunch-related purposes was gasping its last.
I'm glad I bought the mac and cheese when I did; god knows what they would have eaten if I hadn't. Sons of bitches better step off my portobellos, that's all I have to say.
Also, I wrote something perilously approaching crackfic. I believe it may be enjoyable to Torchwood and non-Torchwood fans alike; it is certainly the most unsettling crossover I have ever attempted.
Trying to Communicate, PG, spoilers through 2.07.
Summary: There's an alien in the Hub, and it's trying to communicate.
Anyway, I generally comb through the "specials" once I'm done picking up the staples, to see what I can get on the cheap. This time around I found generic Mac&Cheese for forty cents a box, so I bought five boxes for R, figuring two bucks is negligible and he would be less likely to eat my Cap'n Crunch if there was Kraft Dinner on offer. The groceries were delivered last night after he went out to a gig, so I stashed it all away and left the macaroni and cheese on the usual shelf on his side of the pantry where he'd see it (and potentially be very confused, but it is one of my delights in life to confuse R).
This morning I woke up and found R and Michael asleep in the living room and all five boxes of macaroni and cheese empty on the table. Also, the half-gallon of milk I bought for Cap'n Crunch-related purposes was gasping its last.
I'm glad I bought the mac and cheese when I did; god knows what they would have eaten if I hadn't. Sons of bitches better step off my portobellos, that's all I have to say.
Also, I wrote something perilously approaching crackfic. I believe it may be enjoyable to Torchwood and non-Torchwood fans alike; it is certainly the most unsettling crossover I have ever attempted.
Trying to Communicate, PG, spoilers through 2.07.
Summary: There's an alien in the Hub, and it's trying to communicate.
