"The times they are a changing" Bob Dylan
No joke Dylan speaks the truth. My breakfast is proof of this. I ordered oatmeal over my beloved
blueberry pancakes this morning. Ok, well if you want to be technical, I also ordered a Belgian
waffle, but It was burnt. Like crispy, dark brown, tastes like burnt toast burnt. So I sent it back, and
got the same waffle back. Somehow they managed to glue in that missing bite, but it was the same
waffle, I'm sure of it. So I took one more bite and put my napkin on top of it. I declined a 3rd
attempt.
Now if you read yesterday's post I spoke of my love of PB oreos. However, those lil guys have left
me high and dry for almost a year now, while double stuf have stood by and held down the fort all by
their lonesome. And if there's one thing you should know about me it's that I'm loyal. I'm not one to
forget my tried and true friend just because some new kid comes into school with some neon bangle
bracelets. So in my haste to buy those PB oreos, I made sure to grab a pack of double stuf to prove a
point. No, not that I'm a fat ass, but that you've done well double stuf. Keep up the good work my
trusty friend. Getting to my point...As I'm sitting here, still hungry from my oatmeal. I started
craving some sweets. I grabbed a cold glass of milk and some cookies and that's when it hit. It
literally knocked the wind out of me. Here I am eating double stuf oreos dipped in milk and all I
want is cottage cheese with fresh peaches. Who is this person?! Next I'll be wearing workout clothes
to workout out in. Speaking of which, seriously If one more person asks me if I just came from the
gym this week......
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