Quiz

I got home at 5:00 this evening. I tidied the house, fed and played with the dogs, and fixed a section of the rain gutter that gravity singled out this morning as the object of its wrath. Suddenly 7:00 hit and Julie pulled into the driveway. Not good: no dinner.

When she's late from work, preggers beyond recognition, and I've been home for two hours, I better have dinner ready. That's just, like, duh. So I leaped into the car and sped off to Noodles & Company, ordered her pasta fresca to go, ran to Chipotle while they made it, got some real food there, then back to N&C for the pasta, then to the car, then hit every red light possible on the way home.

At home I found Julie a bit deflated, except still extremely, extremely inflated. She was on the couch in pink pajama pants and a pink t-shirt with a pregnant stick figure on it and the words "knocked up" written above it (yes, in lowercase).

Five minutes later, the noodles were gone and she wanted chocolate. Anything chocolate. A brown button off a shirt, whatever. And we had none in the house. She was also ready to tell me about her day, so I put her in the car, pink pajamas and all, and drove her to SuperAmerica.

On the way, we chatted.

At SA, I made her lock the doors in case some riffraff should spot her while I raided the place for chocolate.

I bought the following: two king-size Twix bars, a massive bag of Peanut M&Ms, a package of fudge stripe cookies, and a box of chocolate, chocolate/vanilla, and vanilla pudding pops.

We drove home. Upon our arrival, she ate and was content. The $64,000 question is, what did she eat? Think about it, and then click the comment link for the answer.