Aggie and I - well, mostly me - ate a whole box of Thin Mints this weekend. I had gotten them for Tim, along with an extra bottle of blood orange soda because he loves it, for when he was supposed to come and visit us week before last. He was apparently too busy to drive down from Tampa during the two weeks that he was there, so we decided not to save his treats for him. It's not like I even know when we will see him again. I don't know why I let it bother me; it sure doesn't bother him. All that sugar didn't do anything for my mood, either.
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