Well. It's got me scratching my head in puzzlement.
SOMEBODY put a box of Pillsbury toaster strudels in my freezer. Expertly placed so that the box would be directly in my line of sight immediately after opening up the freezer door.
I love these stupid things. Just love 'em. Can't get enough of 'em. Even though I know that they are vile, high-fat, calorie-packed, and really really bad for me.
Everyone around here is denying that they bought them. Well, if that's the case, then how did they find their way into my house and my freezer?
Is the Pillsbury doughboy a partner in crime with my Bratty Inner Child Julia? She's denying any involvement in this too, btw. Not that I'd ever believe her.
Notice that the box is open and the toaster hauled out of the pantry.
They have no redeeming qualities, absolutely none.
I don't know what a propylene glycol monoesters of fatty acids are but dang, they sure taste good.
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