I’m eating this plate of marshmallows for lunch because:
a) I’ve made myself sad writing a different blog post and like an idiot did so without first checking to ensure that I had any scrap of chocolate in the house;
b) the bag was already open, so I’m being super frugal by eating them before they go hard, stale and nasty (housewifing win right there);
c) because the kids are at school so I don’t have the set a good example for ANYBODY; and
d) today, until 4pm, this is what passes for adulting in my world.
Live update, Part 2
The marshmallows have been eaten. And I’m not even sorry.
And don’t even bother hatin’ on my Diego plate. It’s vintage, circa 2007, no chips or cracks and believe me, we have thrown this sucker around plenty. Beat that.
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