Anyways enjoy a picture of my triumphant bowl of beans that I ate when I got home. My wife was kind enough to hug me and heat the beans on the stove for me.

Periods. They're hard.

I asked, sniffling, a kind worker and she looked at me kind of weird and I said "Period craving." And she nodded deeply in understanding and led me to their canned prepared foods section. Which apparently is a different section that just canned foods?? I cried again. Relief this time.

She sighed heavily, and said "if I send you a little extra money than just for beans, can you get me a bag of chips?" And thus my quest for beans began. I went to the closest grocer and got everything on the list she sent me, but could not locate beans. I cried in the store.

So there I was. In a public library. Dissolving into a crying, blubbery mess over not immediately having a bowl of baked beans in front of me. I called my wife, who asked me if I was okay. I replied with a big, sobbing, "I DONT HAVE BEAAANS"

And I could just buy beans, you say, and to that I reply. Yes. I can. But I did not immediately own a can of baked beans, you see. So I was working at the library bc I'm starting a crochet club in my town and needed teaching tips. And the craving hit.

Wife is indeed life! Congrats!

I name this picture "Why are you in the laundry again?"