It’s the new last week.

Today, I went grocery shopping. I took my list, got what was on it, and headed home.

Tonight, cleaning out my jean pockets, I found my grocery list. Except half of what was on it I hadn’t gotten today. Huh. I know I got everything on my list.

Then I found another list in my pocket. THAT was the list I’d shopped off of. An old list.

Last month’s meals are the new this month, I guess. And apparently emptying my pockets should include the extra step of looking at what I’m taking out and putting in, day after day.

Really, now.