why we don't go to the store.

so about two or three weekends ago i got some kind of stomach bug.  i mean i was real sicky.  ralphing up a lung, all morning, all day.  went to urgent care [thought i might have toxic shock aka i'm a hypochondriac], couldn't sit in the waiting room so i laid in my car until they called me. i got sick while mr. nurse was trying to weigh me / get my blood pressure.  can't they see i'm dying!  who cares how much i weigh?!  laid on one of those hard beds in the dark, they gave me my first ever IV.  after i felt better i thought "i should have brought my camera."

benny was so sweet to take really great care of me.  he even made me a bed on the floor so i wouldn't keep sleeping on the bathmat.  i really couldn't stand up.  my sweet hubs also went to the pharmacy to pick up all my perscriptions [between a recent visit to the dermatologist and this stomach bug i had like a million rx's to get].  he finally made his way home, eventually i got to feeling better.  i walk in the kitchen and find this:

what in the what!?!

my sweet husband apparently also has a sweet tooth [or teeth]. 

yes that is 4 boxes of little debbie snacks.  yep as tall as me as they sit on the counter.  maybe i cussed.

please note: the 'big pack.'

this is why we don't go to the store.