One Hundred- Thirty

She skipped getting a beer tonight. She figured that since she had drunk two last night, she'd skip a day to make up for it. Besides, her stocks were getting low and she'd need to order another three cases soon. She liked to order that much at a time to save on the shipping costs and that way she only had to order once every three months. Oh, yeah, Marie wanted some too. I guess I'll order her a case with mine.

She changed out of her work clothes and put on a pair of workout shorts and a tank top. She went into the living room and turned on the stereo, putting on Beethoven's 9th to relax to. She went into the kitchen and tried to think of what to cook for dinner. She found a package of steaks and went to put them into the microwave to defrost like she usually did but then stopped.

Crap! I'm going to have to get rid of that infernal machine. I'm going to have to start a new habit and get out my dinner in the morning before I leave for work. She got out a large bowl and filled it with w