Prunes and Loneliness

So my darling wife is off to Texas to celebrate her brothers triumphant return from 2 years as a missionary in Zimbabwe. I'm glad that she can be there for his homecoming, but now I have to prove to her that I really don't fall apart when she leaves. Last night, as we spent the evening with our good friends the Stratton's, she said to them: "If you see any funky posts at our website, please invite John over to save him from himself." Well, only 24 hours later, here comes that post.

I took Mamie and Lucy to the airport this morning and then came home and chatted with family on the phone well into the morning. Finally, around 10, I got started on my online math class. Every couple of hours, I would make some meager attempt to feed myself. I had an egg sandwich, a spoon of peanut butter, a slice of bread... but nothing was really jumping out as something that I could really munch on to take my mind off of my hunger while I did my math.

Then I picked up the bag of Prunes. Tasty... Filling... Healthy... Whats not to love?

I'll spare you the details, but let me say first of all, the FDA is really dropping the ball allowing 3 pound bags of prunes to be sold to the general public. Second of all, the bag that I have doesn't even say "prunes" on it, but "Dried Plums." That is blatant mislabeling of a potentially dangerous substance. I don't see any hazardous chemical symbol on it either.

In any case, I started munching on these prunes without even thinking of it. Needless to say, when the Strattons did invite me over for burgers tonight, I only had one. My stomach was feeling just a touch out of sorts.

Mamie, don't worry. I love you. I promise not to eat only prunes or peanut butter or anything else exclusively while you are gone. And if I do feel like doing that, the Strattons said that I can just head on over there.