Wife just called from the grocery store. She forgot the grocery list. Again.

They are usually in such a last minute rush to get to Mass that she nearly always forgets. Sometimes I get the call for the list, but usually I'm online, so she wings it (and usually manages to forget the snack food items I had listed, concentrating more on mundane things like laundry soap, bread, cereal, etc. (Milk never gets on the list. We have teenaged sons. We always need milk.))

"Jerky" was on the list, with five exclamation points. She finally found a local vendor that sells the brand that I like (and can eat without heartburn) at a cheap price. Much easier than cooking a lunch (or making cookie dough).

I told her than meant six to eight packages, not one or two. (A week's supply.. we have teenaged boys, remember? And three heelers who love meat in any form.)

Her response?

"You know, you are what you eat."

Really.

End of conversation.