On day 2 of staycation, I dragged Lobsterman to the airport. Of course, we stopped at the airport Starbucks, where (despite saying it three times and spelling it) I became "Betty"
Once Lobsterman was violated and irradiated by TSA and on his way to his departing gate, I fled the airport and headed for the grocery store to buy enough food to last the week. As I was on staycation, I wanted quick, easy to prepare, nutritional foods that would sustain me for the entire week.
Thanks to Tropical Storm Irene, the grass in the backyard had grown to such a length that Loki kept getting lost, and Meeshka would glare at me because when she did her "bizness" the grass would tickle her delicate po-po, so I mowed the back yard. It was approximately 99.9% humidity.
Since I was already grotesque and sweaty, I dove into organizing the back room and throwing all of Lobsterman's prized heirlooms away (just kidding honey). I also did some laundry.
Later on, I made a huge vat of goulash, which was a childhood staple whose recipe we got from my depression era grandmother and pretty much consists of hamburger, macaroni, and diced tomatoes, but its tasty, and comforting, and you can reheat it in the microwave.
Sam demanded to go out (as usual) around 8:30, then demanded his creaky bones, then demanded his bedtime cookie, then demanded to be lifted onto the bed (he's very demanding), so I watched tv. Unfortunately I got sucked into watching a Hoarders marathon until midnight.