. . . 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.