Times Are Tight

Aren't I always complaining about being broke this time of year? It's because it's colder than Posh Spice's heart cockles outside and nobody is spending any of their time out and about, cavorting and tipping bartenders a living wage. Matt and I are in the purgatory that hits us every year. It's the Death Valley months between the holidays and spring fever. It sucks. But, I'm trying to budget accordingly. Therefore, I saved my money on my lunch today and brought in some instant noodles.

I'm happy to report that my Mom, originator of all of my food obsessions in driving in for the weekend with me. I have all kinds of adventures planned for us. Until then, I penny pinch. And that is how this appeared on my desk at work today:

That's right. I'm having ramen dusted with kibble. YUM.