It’s 7:00 p.m. and I’m getting hungry and thinking about eating. I don’t want to go out, but what’s in the house to eat? I decide on a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk. I go to the refrigerator and take out the milk. There’s not much left and it’s past the expiration date. It smells okay, but my sniffer isn’t what it used to be. It tastes a little funny, but my taster isn’t what it used to be. I take it upstairs to let my son smell it. He smells it, walks over to the sink and pours it down the drain. It’s his way of telling me the milk is sour.
I go back downstairs and look for bread. All I have is half a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread. I figure it should be okay with peanut butter. I use plastic knives, forks and spoons so I don’t have to wash anything. I’m out of knives, so I use the back end of a spoon to spread the peanut butter. Now I need something to drink. I’m out of milk, cokes and bottled water. I decide to drink beer with my peanut butter and cinnamon raisin bread sandwich. The sandwich was not too bad — better than the peanut butter and pickle sandwich I had last week.
A half hour later, I’m suffering from indigestion. It must have been the darn raisins. I take some antacid tablets and look for some yogurt. I spot a container of yogurt in the back of the fridge.  It doesn’t expire until November the 19th and this is October. But when I open the container, it doesn’t look good. The date states it should be eaten before November,19th,2011. Since this is 2012, I take it upstairs to get my son’s opinion on whether I should eat it or not. He looks at it, walks to the trashcan and drops it in the garbage. It’s his way of telling me the yogurt has gone bad.
I decide to go to the grocery store and buy some more yogurt. It’s around 9:00 p.m. and my stomach fells better, so I stop at Wendy’s to get a coke float. I go in and get a coke float and a large cup of chili. The chili is a little spicy, but I do have ice cream in my float.  The chili is also very hot, and the first bite burns my tongue. I crumble some crackers in the chili and take a second bite. My tongue is numb, but I fill the chili burn my throat. I laddle two spoons of ice cream in the chili and mix it into the overflowing chili cup. It looks kind of yucky. The people next to me move to another table. I eat the mess, return home and go to bed.
At 1:00 a.m., I awake with acid reflux. I figure it must have been the darn raisins. It’s 1:30 a.m. and I’m sittng up eating antacids and wondering what I will eat for breakfast.