it's nearly ten and i'm starving. where's my stash of soft-baked chocolate cookies?! my snicker doodles?! my butter chess men?! my cans and cans of beef stew?!?!?
i feel betrayed.
she ate all the good stuff and left me only dry, flaky egg rolls. we're definitely having a "talk" when she gets home today.
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