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Yesterday evening, I decided that we should have bloody marys for our evening cocktail. So I went to the refrigerator and got out a lime, and then reached in to get the next two cans of V-8.

Except... there weren't any. We had apparently run out.

jwg assured me that this was not his fault, the implication being that it must be mine (correct on both counts), and we had gin and tonic instead. I suggested that V-8 be put on the shopping list, and he did so (or so he said).

Fast-forward to this morning; we're just sitting down to breakfast, and he tells me that eggs should be added to the list. I take down the spiral notebook in which we write our shopping lists, and find that there is one item on it. I turn to

jwg and say "Why does it say 'blood' here?"