Living in paradise is expensive

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.

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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.