This is a special trip I had to make tonight to Mr. Z's specifically for ice cream and Oreos, and silly me, I think Oreos needs milk right? Can eat an Oreo with a tall glass of frosty cow juice...
I was duped. She put Oreos where there were already Oreos. I think there's some kid of law against that. But she hasn't had any weird cravings until just now, so I let this one slip. No pickles and peanut butter or olives and M&M's. Not this time. Only disgusting habit she's picked up is watching awful Jennifer Lopez movies. I didn't even know she had made so many. They're dreadful. It brings the whole house down really.
See.
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