Craving. Hunger. Can’t sleep. Whatever you want to call it.

Last night somewhere around 10:30 me, my wife and daughter decided to go grocery shopping; for sweets. The three of us hopped in our car and drove the half-mile.

Mary and Taylor looked at a few sheet cakes, I went straight for the Drake’s.

What’s a poor boy do? I needed help with my decision. The shelf was packed with all sorts of good stuff.

“YOU ONLY GET ONE!” My wife screamed from half-way across the store.

A-B-C or D?

And please don’t say ‘Funny Bones’ they were eliminated early…