Today, we decided to have baked potatoes, and also decided to split one. She stopped in at the store and picked up one russet potato.
Seventy-eight cents.
She said it was the cheapest dinner she'd ever have (thirty-nine cents each).
I got hungry, though, and changed the plan; we each needed our own potato. So I went back to the store and tried to match the size of the original potato as closely as possible. One chance. No undo.
I put the potato on the scale and held my breath.
Seventy-nine cents.
I never had the Eye of the Tiger, but apparently I have the Eye of the Potato.