Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Don't ask how I feel about ice cream.

"Ugh," I said last night, putting the cinnamon back in its place and sealing up my bag of oatmeal. "I think that's the first time cinnamon has ever smelled bad to me."

Eric started back with a look of horror. "And I'm completely indifferent to chocolate," I said. "It's terrible."

"You're a monster!" he said. "You must be pregnant."

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