Why is bread so expensive?

This next statement I'm about to make may shock some of you and you may find it quite hard to believe. But I am not one of those super popular girls whose cell phone is always ringing or who's always talking on her phone. I actually don't get that many calls. So I was a little discombobulated this evening when my cell phone started ringing while I was at Family Video. I was in such a state of bewilderment that I actually dropped the phone while trying to see who was calling. It was my father. So I answer and here's the convo (that's my shortened word for conversation):

Wixom Vixen: Hello?
Joeboo: Hello, Jessica. It's your father. Do you have a minute to talk?
WV: Umm...well, I'm at the video store.
Joeboo: (in a surprised sounding voice) You're at the video store?
WV: Yes. I'm renting a video.
Joeboo: Oh, well give me a call when you get a minute.
WV: Will do.

Then I was curious and apprehensive about why he would call me on a Wednesday night so I finished up at Fam Vid and called him back. He wanted to know if I had spoken to Miguel or Sil since he had written them a letter requesting a Family Meeting and they had written back a scathing response with a refusal. I told him that I had called them before going to the video store but gotten voice mail and left a message and that I hadn't actually spoken to them in a couple weeks. He said I was mentioned in their response and he would share the letter with me next time I'm at the house. Greeeeeeeeeeeat.

Then I went to Farmer Jack's to get apples and bread. I'm walking into the grocery store and my phone starts ringing again! This time it was Miguel but it kept breaking up and I said I would call him back when I was done. So I quickly do my shopping and as I'm leaving the parking lot and heading home, I'm trying to find a good song on the radio. I get to the oldies station and I hear a song that just seems to really fit the moment. I have no idea who it's by but it's a guy singing and in the chorus he goes, "Hold on, I'm coming! Just hold on, I'm coming!". I took it as a sign that someone is coming to save my family from the deranged lunatic that is Sil. I have no idea who's actually going to come to our rescue but I'm gunning for a tall, cute, blue-eyed, single guy who's really attracted to buxom brunettes.

My brother was returning my call about giving Night back to them. I'm going over tomorrow night to give back Night and have dinner with them. I'm a little apprehensive. I have all these things that I want to say but my older brother seems to have the ability to make my arguments seem weak or turn them around and I don't say what I want to say. It's hard to explain. And he's still my older brother even if he's being stupid. I always have that notion, perhaps mistakenly or old-fashionedly, that the older sibling is wiser and more knowledgeable. Good thing I only have one older sibling so for everyone else I can feel like I'm smarter than them.