So Mike went grocery shopping yesterday and came back with this.
It was a sweet gesture (no pun intended) because he knows I love it. Lucky Charms is one of the best tasting cereals (?) ever invented. Those little marshmallows make my taste buds sing! But what my wonderful boyfriend does not know is that that scary little leprechaun is now my scary little crack dealer. I can almost here his high pitched girly voice calling from the cupboard.."Summer, isn't it time for your lucky charms?".Mike will come home and I'll be sitting on the edge of the couch, bug-eyed, gnawing on my chewed fingernails, with empty bowls of cereal all around me. He can't be upset. I'm a slave to the addiction.
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We're going to have to plan an intervention for you, my dear.
Maybe so, Kim. Maybe so....
you're a nurse you should know these lucky charms add no luck to your life!! (i prefered snitching my nephews fruity pebbles).
I feel you. When I was a junior in high school, my good friend bought five boxes and spent an entire weekend picking all of the marshmallows out so she could present me with a giant bag of sugary, rainbowy, marshmallowy goodness for my birthday. I'm surprised I didn't end up in a sugar coma. Be careful!
Those F---ing leprechans!!!!
Wow Amber, now THAT is a loyal friend!
Yes Mansuetude, no good for me at all. I know it but let's just call it a vice.
Mom, I know! Those f---ing leprachauns!
Not to be a pompous ass, but it's 'leprechaun'.
Ok, I'm being a pompous ass.
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