When I was growing up my elementary school was three doors down from my grandparents' house. As a result I spent a lot of time there - before school, after school, on days off, etc. I enjoyed spending time with my grandparents, even though they were never the most active people ever [Joseph's grandparents are quite the contrast]. Perhaps because they were not the most active people. I liked latch-hooking and watching game shows with my grandpa and I liked cross-stitching and gossiping about everyone with my grandma. It's good to see where I get my love of inactivity from - it's clearly inherited. I guess my grandma wasn't the typical grandma as I don't remember her serving me up some freshly baked cookies or really any kind of baked goods [unless it was Christmas because then we got shortbread and that seafoam candy stuff]. What she did serve me as an after-school snack was full cans of Coca-Cola product and freezing cold chips [freezing cold because she kept them in the freezer].
But there's no reason why I can't enjoy a tasty after-school snack the traditional way, even though I'm officially old. So today
I had a snack of chocolate milk and cookies - for dunking. Please see below.
I guess this really isn't such a big deal. I'm just not much of a dunker apparently [witness my recent inaugural doughnut dunking operation]. This was shaping up to be a rather tasty experience...however...all of a sudden I smelled something off [with my super powerful nose - it is my super power] - the milk. Out came two "bits" of...something? And yeah, that was that. Milk is pretty gross, to be honest. Joseph assured me that it was just bits of cream, but I couldn't bring myself to finish drinking it. Cookies are always enjoyable though. They are so not a sometimes food.
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