Paranoia, or being smart?

Do you know what is a fun word? Lentil. It just rolls around, jumps up and down, and then rests smuggly on the tip of your tongue. Leennnttillll. Crisp! It almost has a rainbowy sound. L E N T I L...

The reason I bring this up, is because I have this terrible fear of war and famine. I have this idea in my head that some day (soon perhaps) I will need dried beans. So, in light of that, every time I go to the store, I end up wandering down the pasta isle and end up putting 20 bags of dried beans into my cart...And it doesn't make me feel better...because on my fridge is a list of what I need for a family a four in pounds and I have enough for maybe Eva, but she doesn't eat beans so I am still stressed out and have to buy more beans! Which reminds me of a song, but I won't sing it...some of my readers may find it offensive.

Beans, beans, beans... sigh...