Mrs Magill and I yoga’d and supped. Time for shoth.
Keep in mind these provisions are a nineteen year old young man. He’s been eating a lot of Jimmy Dean Breakfast Croissants and chips. He also has been stealing my leftover chicken fingers that I’ve been saving for lunch the next day. And my leftover butter chicken that I was saving for lunch the next day. And my… you get the picture. To be fair, I didn’t tell not to eat my leftovers either. They’re the only. Non-nuke-a-meals he’s been getting.
Next week is his last week.