End Times...

A couple weeks ago my husband was talking about the global food crisis. I didn't really listen, and thought that he might have been misinformed. (Because somehow since he reads and listens to more news than I do, I should still know more than he does, right?!) So earlier this week I go to the grocery store. I go to the bulk bins to get some rice. All the different varieties were all gone...so I thought "Hm. Odd! They haven't stocked their bins this morning! I'll try back another day." And another day I went to another location...and wow! No rice! Not of any kind! So then it occurs to me that maybe there's a global food crisis. Rice is a staple in our house, so I must have rice! I was on a mission today to find some! I went up to Costco...nope! All out! And finally back to Walmart...yes, they had some. So I grabbed some, but not much since buying little one-pound bags kind of annoys me. When I get home, I call the other Costco location and they expect a shipment tomorrow, so I re-think my plans for the next day to be sure to go and get some. And as I tell my wise and knowledgeable husband of my mission and its obstacles, he says to me "I don't really like rice that much anyway."