Yesterday, we went grocery shopping. We needed bread – I buy that about every 5 weeks – and a week and a half worth of groceries. I hate taking all the kids these days, but that’s what yesterday needed to be.
Five hours in, ready to go home, worn out from dealing with kids and people and car seats and prices and hearing people say how full my hands were, I bought butter.
Thrilled that the price of butter, at $1.40 a pound, was cheaper than I’d seen it since fall of 2010, I bought butter.
I failed to remember the 20 loaves of bread sitting in the van that needed to hit the freezer too, thought I had plenty of freezer space, and bought butter.
32 pounds of butter.
Did I mention it was a good price?