DH is out of town for another week, so I went to the grocery to stock up on my "lazy bachelorette" supplies. When left to my own devices (and without a lot of time), I eat like a four year old. In my basket: frozen dinners, vitamins, milk, mac & cheese, and a six pack. The guy behind me in line looked at me, looked at my groceries, looked back at me, and said, "What are you--a dude?"