We don't keep much food in the house since the Shoots deserted us.
We just kind of play it a day or two at a time and eat a lot of simple little dinners.
But the girlies are home for Spring Break.
And we were out today, bare legged and wearing short sleeves, when Prince Charming called to say we should stop at the grocery store and get some food for the weekend because of the winter storm warning.
Say what?
We're expecting a blizzard tomorrow?
You just have to appreciate Oklahoma weather.
We went to the grocery store.
We had to wait in line for a cart.
We loaded it with a few meals worth of food: the ingredients for chicken-tortilla soup, a few apples, some crackers and cheese, yogurt and frozen strawberries for the Dutch babies.
We decided to use the self check-out so we wouldn't have to wait in another long line.
There was just one man in front of us.
He was a man's man: tanned, muscular, and ready for real work.
He was cheerful and friendly.
I only noticed these things after I noticed the one item he was buying.
It was a two-layer German chocolate cake with great blobs of icing on top.
And I thought to myself...
I'm not living right.