Speak For Yourself Honey!

The night before the storm, which knocked out our power for nearly a week, we ran a slew of errands. One stop was at a CVS pharmacy. Chuck had looked in their weekly flyer and noticed some items we use were on sale. Because the discounts were pretty steep, we went in and stocked up. We checked out at the register and headed for the car. My arms were loaded with packages of Scott toilet paper and Chuck had a reusable shopping bag filled to the brim with containers of Sunsweet Bite Size Pitted Prunes. As we walked to the car, I suddenly realized what an unfortunate juxtaposition our purchases made! I told Chuck and he began to laugh as the penny dropped. He then announced that this particular purchase cemented the fact that we are now both a couple of A.K.s (Alter Kakers). I immediately rejected his pronouncement. I may be a lot of things - including 50 years old - but I am most certainly not an A.K.!