Mom, mumbling under her breath as she peers into the refrigerator:
"This is a crisis. This is a ketchup crisis. The great ketchup crisis of two thousand and six."
Stores are closed for the holiday. We have little ketchup and need for cocktail sauce. I'm not sure if we'll survive without it. Oh, the horror!
Trust me, the was the funniest thing I've seen in a while.
I love my mom. =)
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