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There’s that old adage: God grant me the serenity to not eat this crap sitting on my counter.
OK. Well it’s like that. I took a little poetic license. It’s called forgetting the adage and making up one far better. And I forgot the adage. See? This is what’s called “being real”. I’d tell you anything you want to know, and even some stuff you don’t.
Tomorrow my nine year old turns ten.
She has reminded me that kids take cookies and other such sundries into the classroom for that special day. Sugaring kids up is a treat, and because you brought it in, for at least those ten minutes, all hail you for the resulting blood sugar crashes.
That said, I decided I am going to have hubby bring Oreos home. I plan to frost them with yello cake icing and then pipe smiley faces on each one. Cute!
Plus, I decided I don’t even like Oreos…
But then I started thinking about Oreos.
Then I decided I do like Oreos.
Screw the cookies. I’m sending gum.