On our mantle sits a box. The box was a gift from me to Hubby. I gave it to him about a month ago. It contained chocolates. As a child, I never could understand how my sister was able to make Halloween candy last until Easter. Clearly, Hubby has her gift for torturing me with remnants of last seasonís candy. My own holiday treats disappear in less than 48 hours.

As I was straightening up the house this week, I thought about stealing a piece to teach him a lesson. Not only should he eat it more quickly, but he shouldnít leave his chocolates sitting on the mantle cluttering up the place. But when I opened the box, I found only one piece left. If I took it, heíd notice it was missing. So, now the giant box in which the lone piece resides is still collecting dust in my living room and I canít even calm my frustrations with some chocolate. Itís not fair, I tell you. For Easter, Hubby is getting fruit.

I didnít do any grocery shopping this week. Instead, I cleaned out the pantry. Upon taking everything out, organizing, cleaning and restocking, I found we had lots of food. We also had plenty of paper products and all the pieces to all of my appliances.

When I put everything back in the freshly cleaned pantry, I decided to hide the appliances in the cabinets. The foodstuffs I want my family to eat are now in plain view on the open shelves. When they say we have nothing to eat, I need only point them in the direction of the pantry. Theyíd have to be blind to miss the food. I canít wait to tackle the fridge and freezers. I probably wonít have to shop for a month.

Micki Bare, mother of three, wife, daughter & writer is the author of Thurston T. Turtle children's books.  
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