She sees me. She knows I’m taking a picture. I try to be fast; the picture blurs. I feel like Castroni is a treat, a luxury. So I’m not sure where she gets the discretionary funds for that snack and the basket of goodies at her feet. (This is the home of $13 Lucky Charms¬†and $8 peanut butter.) But I don’t judge her for needing a Castroni fix. After all, for me it’s a habit. Get it? A HABIT!

I’m with you, Sister!