In an attempt to indulge a particular pregnancy craving, I found myself at Target purchasing two giant vats of cream cheese frosting and a value sized package of graham crackers. I rushed home and proceeded to frost about six dozen crackers, inch thick with frosting. I put the Cars DVD on for Alex, so as not to be disturbed, and took a very large, expectant bite out of one of the crackers.
YUCK!
The frosting tasted like rubber. Like the way tires smell when someone is peeling out after a stop light. Bleh! Gaaaa! I couldn't spit it out fast enough.
Thankfully (or perhaps not) I picked up a five pound box of Junior Mints while in the candy aisle letting Alex pick out more potty treats. I am now nursing a tummy ache from Junior Mint overdose made all the worse by Baby 2.0's sugar fueled Riverdance in my womb. And strangely, I'm still craving cream cheese frosting and graham crackers.
Boo Hoo.
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