We may have a slight problem.

Now, I've mentioned before that I have a little, tiny, almost not-worth talking about problem with shoes.  Apparently, it carries over into cheap, disposable plastic storage.  (Don't look at my cooktop.  For some crazy reason, the camera made it look like it hadn't been cleaned in a week.  Which it hadn't.  But who wants to see that?)

I cleaned out the cabinet over the fridge on Thursday evening as I was looking for a large container for individual Dinosaur Dirt Cakes for Luke's class for Friday.  I had to pull out all of our foil, Ziploc bags, and such to get the container out.  (Sidenote:  The bigger my belly gets with Anna Beth, the shorter my arms seem to be getting.  Between the disappearing feet and all of the other maladies of pregnancy, I am just perturbed at the ways my body is rebelling against me.)

So, basically what we have here are 600 resealable sandwich bags and 22 bazillion feet of plastic wrap.  (What you don't see are the two boxes of Ziploc gallon sized freezer bags and the one box of quart sized bags...Or the two rolls of tinfoil.)  What's a girl to do with that much plastic storage, I ask you?!?

And I promise that (unlike the shoes) I totally didn't know I had that many storage bags or rolls of plastic wrap.  It was a matter of, "Hey, I'm at Wal-Mart.  What did I come in here for again?  Hmmm...must've been milk, eggs, bread, plastic wrap, and Ziploc bags."  You would think that I'd remember from one trip to the next that I had bought those and that we hadn't been bagging or wrapping individual slices of bread or pretzels or whatever in them.  *Sigh.*

If plastic storage hoarding isn't your thing today, maybe this is:

Jason said the prayer at breakfast on Friday morning.  As soon as he said "Amen," I noticed that something had happened while the food was getting blessed.  Part of it (the chocolate chip pancake part) had ended up on Luke's head.  And like a good blogger, Mom and her camera were there.

Y'all have a great Monday!