Cabin Fever

So, it had been less than 24 hours from returning from work when cabin fever struck. I have heard it is easier to shake than Beiber Fever, thank goodness. I, being the prego foodie I am, needed, well, food. And I wanted Which Wich. Troy advised me not to get out, but I was having none of that. Then I walked outside and thought dang, this is why my mom always tells me to clean out the garage and park the dang cars in it!

So I called in the troops, or the troop, T-roy.

He was a big help, as he was also hungry and all we had to eat was frozen pizza, frozen corn, and frozen pasta and pasta sauce. None of which sounded good, but I did thaw out the sauce {homemade I might add} for dinner.

I won't say what Troy said when he saw this picture. It involved me not following his instructions to be very careful while driving {I guess that means not taking pictures?}

I panicked when I passed Sonic only to discover it was closed.

But then I saw this glorious sign! Ahhhh! Thank you Which Wich for braving the weather, and feeding me a tasty sandwich.