Lettuce have peace

I know it's lame, but it was a long day and I'm REALLY tired.

Justification

My mother-in-law brought over some pie today. I had a piece for lunch. It can't be any worse than eating Frosted Flakes for breakfast.

What we have here is a failure to communicate

Note the following phone conversation that took place between myself and my beloved hubby last Thursday:

Hubby: I'm on my way home. Do you need anything at the market?

Me: Yep. Can you pick up some milk and a box of cereal?

Hubby: What kind of cereal?

Me: Oh...I don't know. Something healthy.