I had a weird craving the other day… for spaghetti squash.
And NO. I am NOT pregnant. Shut your mouth now.
I went to the regular grocery store to buy it since I didn’t feel like braving the commissary for only a few items.
(The commissary is the grocery store for the military, if you didn’t know. They give us a discount on food. And there is usually a big crowd there.)
So I found the squash I wanted at the regular store and grabbed a few other things. Then I waited in the short line to pay.
The bill seemed a little high. I checked the receipt as I left.
That squash cost OVER NINE DOLLARS!!!!!
(See the photo if you don’t believe me.)
Next time I’m braving the line at the commissary.