A pretty picture

I use this blog to make fun of Nick and to tell stories about my doggie, but right now, I have a doozy for ya.  Let me paint you a picture....

After a hot date at the Delaware Pizza Hut, where we sprung for stuffed crust with TWO toppings, Nick and I headed to Kroger to pick up some additional Chex Mix making materials.  For a great recipe - click here (I modified it to be Christmas appropriate)- the consensus among my coworkers is that its similar to crack.  The thought behind eating first was that one should NEVER go into a grocery store hungry.  Under any circumstances.  Ever.

So preventative, stuffed-crust pizza measures taken, off we went.  Up and down the aisles we walked, collecting more ingredients.  That is, until we reached the bakery section.  I stopped in front of all of the cases, admiring the giant cupcakes, staring at the whoopie pies and pondering the cookies.  Somehow, we walked past and into the dairy section, to pick up the last item on the list.  On our way back to the registers, we passed the bakery section once more.  In a hormone induced haze, I went back again to visit my "friends".  Nick tried to pep talk me through it and keep me focused on the cash registers, but I saw the sign for free samples and was drawn away.

Nick kept walking to the registers, I walked toward the samples, oblivious to him talking to me.  Before I knew it, I had a box of Whoopie Pies in one hand and a free donut sample in the other.  I turned to see my husband, staring at me, shaking his head slightly.  He didn't laugh, he barely reacted, he just stood there and in a calm voice said, "Honey, get out of the bakery."  I had no recollection of picking up the whoopie pie, mind you.  I took a second to ponder what I looked like; dumpy and frumpy on a Saturday night at Kroger, donut in one hand, whoopie pies in the other.  Then I took a mini-laughing fit that lasted the length of the freezer aisle.