In all fairness

. . . I must report the following.

You know how I said it was probably TRQ who wanted the Trader Joe's gingersnaps?  So I took my dad aside yesterday and asked him about it.  And guess what he said.  He really WAS the one craving gingersnaps somewhere on I-15 between Fillmore and Beaver.

Which only goes to prove that the longer people stay married to each other, the more likely they are to morph into one mega-person.  Who craves gingersnaps.