I have been begging my children to please hide these Cheetos from me. They have not listened. I am really kind of in love with these savory little bad boys. I honestly think I would eat the entire bag at one sitting if I didn't have such a healthy and wise husband. He would never tell me to put away the Cheetos, but I just have this fear of him still looking like he is 19 and me sitting next to him looking like 87. So there is the impetus for refraining from utter gluttony. I know what they mean when they tell you not to shop when you are hungry. Danger for Julie. That's when the shopping cart gets filled up with Lucky Charms, Nacho Cheese Doritos and an occasional donut. Oh man, I wish I wouldn't have typed the D word. I love donuts. Donuts make me happy. I could really go off on that subject, but I will leave it alone. I'll save that for another day.
8 years ago
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Julie, you and I are kindred spirits! Like Pavlov's dogs at the sound of a bell, my mouth begins to salivate at the thought of a donut. It's rather embarrassing, really.
For some odd reason I can pass up a donut any day, but never a Cheeto! Never!! You know, that's a very, very dangerous bag of crispy, puffed-up-who-knows-what-covered-with-phony-cheese powder that you have in your house!
The difference between you and me, besides the sixty pounds roughly, is that if I want a Cheeto, or a DONUT (I'm not even afraid to say the word), is that I'll eat it and not be miserable! And please observe how amazing I look. And youthful. Lol.
xoxo
Your big sister.
i am horrible i love junk!
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