Hard Truths About Our Hard Bodies
I was steering my cart through Costco the other day, wondering whether to waddle to the aisle where they sell cashews by the quarter-ton or to the one with thousand-piece packs of chicken thighs, when an epiphany pierced the fog of my gluttony.
Actually, two epiphanies. The first? I needed to have kids, four or five or better yet a baker's dozen. Only then could I take full advantage of the savings around me.