Mr. W prepares for the worst...

Now, bless his heart, he means well, but sometimes Mr. W can be a little dramatic when it comes to "preparing" for things. He has a very strong desire to provide for and protect his family. He likes to remind me of this when I ask why he needs to buy more ammunition. He tells me it is for when the zombies attack and I remind him that there are no zombies. He also tells me that he plans to buy a bunker for us with his lottery winnings. We'll wait and see how far that gets us. He is more likely to build a bunker out of paper mache from the losing tickets he has accumulated.

However, with a baby on the way, and the swine flu spreading, Mr. W has decided it is time to put a disaster plan into action. He tells me this when he calls to let me know he got to leave work early today. He is going to "pick up a few things" before the pandemic worsens. He points out all the school closings in Texas as his motivation, and I tell him go ahead, it won't hurt.

He arrives at the house, quite pleased with himself and begins to carry in a few cases of water. Fair enough. Water is never a bad thing to have on hand. It's what happens next that makes me laugh at him, and actually makes him stop to laugh at himself. You see, in Mr. W's mad panic to stock up at the store, he was not careful in reading his labels. He proudly shows me two giant boxes of ramen noodles, and as I look at the box, I realize he has selected the microwave cups.

12 packs of ramen, huh? That ought to tide us over for 3 days. This is when he admits he didn't read the packaging and thought he was buying 2 giant boxes of the packets. Mr. W thought he surely had 50 packs of ramen when really his bag was filled with 12 big cups.

The good news is, Mrs. W does the grocery shopping and knows for sure that we have some canned vegetables, mac and cheese, and several meat selections in the freezer we could grill if we become quarantined. She also knows that a little reduction in our average calorie intake wouldn't hurt, so we could surely hide out for a decent amount of time, if necessary, before Mr. W will have to start using his ammunition on squirrels.

The other good news is, Mr. and Mrs. W have lunch for the week(chicken and beef flavor!).