Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gam zu l’tovah and all that. But. BUT. Big grocery shop last Sunday. Much, much grocery bought. Like $500 worth. Yay, me! Some meat. Mostly shelf stuff. Some dairy. All in bags, in my mother’s car. When we pulled up, Ted ran out to help unload. Elisheva ran out to help unload. Wonderful family! Yay, helpers! We all, together, jointly, carried bags to the appropriate destination: fridge for fridge stuff, freezer for freezer stuff, big square (clean) playpen downstairs for shelf stuff. Done, fast, yay! So today, loading up the pantry cupboard, I went to grab everything from the playpen. And there, at the bottom of the playpen… CHEESE. Let’s see: cheese stack, $16; cream cheese, $5; two rounds of triangle gruyere, $16. Grr. But you know what? I brushed it off. I said gam zu l’tovah, dammit. I sang it. If a problem can be solved with $50 worth of cheese – not a problem. Until Ted went looking for the margarine… and f