Going to Publix, where aisles and aisles of food remind me that some people can’t afford to eat… may have been the wrong thing to do… I was smack dab in the baby food aisle when I almost lost it… and if I’m going to start crying, that’s where I’ll do it every time. Very Freudian, I’m sure. Possibly some shriveled womb thing.

But as I cast about I found the good Lord had thrown me a lifeline: Boudreaux’s Butt Paste. For some reason it struck me as hilarious.

It was funnier than the time I mistook the table lamp for a burgler and screamed bloody murder.

I had to take a picture, of course.

Still sad, but getting better.