Check. Uncheck.

2 cans tomato soup. Check!
1 onion. Check!
1 lb hamburger. Check!
1/4 cup uncooked rice. Check!
1/4 cup milk. DOH! uncheck.

In a rare moment, I decided that I was going to make dinner tonight. I verified with Husband Joe that he didn't eat said meal for lunch (I should have known he had a burrito) and stopped at our friendly neighborhood Lunds (I should write a blog about this place) for a few of the ingredients. Once at home, I called mom for the instructions. I'm feeling great at this moment. I'm cooking a nice dinner! Yet it was short-lived as the dreadful news came to light--I forgot to get milk (which, ironically, I finished this morning, and admit that in a rush, put the empty container back into the fridge. Yes, I am that person). Since I have to be somewhere tonight, I didn't have time to go get the milk. It was now onto plan B. At one point as I was standing in the kitchen, trying to create plan B (I was not about to call Husband Joe in defeat yet), I thought to myself "think outside the box, Stacy". I had spagetti last night, and Triscuts and cheese was dinner the night before. The ribs are frozen solid as are the Talipa Pinwheels (but they have been that way since, oh about a year ago). Could I make Southwestern Chicken Skillet without chicken? Nothing was coming together. So as I type, Husband Joe is ordering off of the McDonald's dollar menu.