You’d never choose this as a prize on a game show, but I CONSISTENTLY choose this as the end result of my date-night meal choices. Note to self: don’t get hot box spicy noodles for supper, and follow it up with chocolate peanut butter ice cream. That’s how you end up with bowel rot! Grossss
Truth be told, I’m the one that likes drinking milk out of plastic cups. And the carton.
Ahh, nostalgia. Why would I be nostalgic for a time where I was broody about the things I didn’t have? Nostalgia doesn’t have to make sense!