New devil though: "Party Size" Pretzel M&Ms. I misinterpreted the label to mean "fun size" as in "snack size" as in little mini-bags that would make the perfect portion for a snack. Instead it's one big bag of pretzel M&Ms that I eat by the handful. My friend suggested I leave them in the kitchen so I have to get up to get them. That worked. I got up to get them...and never sat back down. TVs rotate, and counter-tops are comfy. Mmm, pretzel M&Ms...
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| Warning: Gross. |
In other news, I decided to wear a really old pair of shoes today to convince myself that I don't need new shoes - I just need to wear the ones I already have. This is what I got. I am not convinced.
Please let all shoe sites crash as soon as I sign onto them....do not let me take this out on my credit card!
I dedicate this post to Brian, who has a foot fetish. This is the cure.
Oh, this made my night.... : )
ReplyDeleteMuch like a Oreo cookie dough blizzard.... :)
ReplyDeleteBrian: You're gross. The end.
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOD. Did you forget about me and how much I hate feet?!?! This post needed a warning so that I wouldn't click. I am traumatized.
ReplyDeleteWhile you are a key demographic for me, this is MY blog!!! I'll put up what I want! :-)
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