Disaster strikes

It had to happen eventually
It has been 15 months since she left me.
She prided herself on never running out of anything.
Since she left I have not run out of ANYTHING.
Not trash bags, not tin foil, not milk, not TP.
Unfortunately my 15 months of perfection ended.
All I wanted was a hot dog with ketchup.
There is not enough in that bottle.
It means a trip to the store.
Lets do some math together about this.
15 months is about 450 days.
She "sent me out" for something at least every 2 days.
I'll be a sport for this and call it every 3 days (right).
That would mean she would have "sent me out" 150 times in 15 months
(that is if she had not "sent herself out" - Ok, now that is funny)
I figure this special trip to the store leaves me about 149 ahead.
I will just take that bargain!

Oh, and on a bit of technical photography information:
No, my face did not turn bright red.
I have been playing with different D200 settings and levels.
I totally blew it here for a couple of reasons.
I have 2 different types of light in this (incandescent and flash).
I was using a high saturation and Color Mode III.
Just the combination totally borked my face in this.
Yes, all of this is because I am practicing for Disney!
I'd rather mess up now than when Mickey is watching.
I think I will be switching the color mode back now.
That and running to the store for ketchup!