Where's the Cake?"

A couple of days ago I grabbed an old grocery bag from the closet, and inside was an old receipt. I just threw it on the table, and went on out with the bag. When I got home, Sherrill asked me, "Where's the Cake"? I asked him what cake, and he told me he saw a receipt on the table where I had bought a cake, and some meat. He looked everywhere for that cake. Then he looked at the receipt again and saw it was dated for March. Yep, that's probably the last time we had a chocolate cake. We have been hung up on strawberry cakes.
The poor man even thought I had hid it in the refrigerator! He must have been desperate.