bread haul

And he brings bread. All kinds of bread. Two giant bags filled with loaves and loaves of bread. Enough bread that some guy on the train makes a snarky comment to him. (“You gotta problem with me?” the husband growls. He doesn’t always play well with others.)

What will we do with this bread? Check out to see what I did the last time he went crazy at Zaro’s (though not as crazy as this time!)

Oh, the possibilities …