So I’ve been grousing about the price of milk, and what does wifey bring home from another(!) party with her fellow area Filipinas (actually a crawfish boil, but of course everyone brings lots of other foods):
A chocolate cake.
Ya know, I think it could’ve been something worse. Chocolate cake isn’t the most awful thing in the world, is it? Ok…maybe it is for some…but the pleasure sensors in the brain might shoot off fireworks. I like fireworks from time to time.