Our house is fueled on goldfish

Oh crunchy cheesy fishy crackers how I used to loathe you. Now though I accept  you, my baby loves you, the bigs love you and so does our cat. Its funny the things that you accept once you have childern and how you adapt.

 At one time in my life I would of said it wouldn't be an issue if Costco didn't have the family sized box on the shelves. These days its a grocery emergency when the box is empty and there is no back up in the house and you don't have a coupon for the big box store. For the fishes we will pay shelf price and no you simply can't just buy the generics or the all natural according my highly trained munchers they taste funny it has to be the fishes. 

So we make sure that we don't run out and all to often I am picking up fishes from the floor or the sofa or an empty plastic fish container from the van. Its ok because they make them happy and there are worst things.

I should add this post was in NO way sponsored by goldfish. It was brought about by catching the cat eating Mini's abandoned container of  goldfish the other night and finding the box of goldfish in the living room last night after work because the bigs and Mini were sharing a snack while I was at work.  I wonder if there are any left I feel peckish.