Wanna eat my meat?

So in my travels through Chicago I ended up going shopping for my father and the B.I.O. I am not sure how but I managed to spend $300 or so on food which makes my family an expensive date as the airfare and car rental was $500 and the new computer I bought them was another $500 +. Part of what I bought today was was about 30 pounds of meat as the food bank does not give out meat and this way they have weeks worth. What peturbs me is the fact that I also have the great joy of seperating and bagging said 30 pounds of meat as the B.I.O. could not handle doing this (she does not work and has not for a while) and simply put it all in fridge where the bagging gods could do thier mitzvah for the day and it would be magically done before it all spoiled (not). Now don't get me completely wrong but dammit.. her own daughter who is 20 MINUTES away doesn't help and her primary example of how to live shows why she won't help...the diatribe in my head needs to just be quiet and hide..I need a beer and a steak (which although she was going to cook will now be done by me) and I think I'll be settling for a Diet Dr. Pepper and McDonalds
Welcome to Chicago...jump inthe water is warm