But still a serious offense nonetheless…
Someone ate my Nutella. All of it. An extra big jar. Imagine my surprise this morning when I thought I’d take a break from my peanut butter toast and mix it up with some Nutella. “I have a giant jar,” I thought, “I’ll have some Nutella!” I pick up the jar, and it’s much lighter than it should be. Someone scraped the jar empty and then put it back in the cupboard. What?
I’m so glad I’m moving out soon, and the person who will eat food that I pay for in my next living situation will also contribute to my food budget. Because I’m moving in with my boyfriend. Because in that relationship, we agree to share food. Fuck.