all I wanted was some bread

Last night nothing sounded good to eat. I finally decided on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I got out the pb&j but couldn't find the bread. I asked Tommy where he had put it. His reply was, "I ate it." Wrong thing to say to a pregnant lady who finally found something that sounded good. I broke down sobbing in the middle of the kitchen. After I could see again I settled on some applesauce and a glass of OJ. Maybe next time he finishes a loaf he will let me know...