Words cannot describe the way I feel about you my friend. You taste wonderful as a snack after dinner. You taste wonderful as a snack before dinner, or even AS dinner. You taste good on a cold rainy day, or on a hot summer picnic. You were the perfect surprise to find in my lunch box as a child and you are the perfect surprise to find in the kitchen at the office (Jen shares my love of the oreo and will sometimes leave a few there for me - today, she left 8 or 9 and I ate them all. Don't judge me.)
Little Oreo, at the store the other day I found a version of you combined with mint and dipped in chocolate. I was pleasantly surprised. You never cease to amaze me.
On a sad note, you are contributing to the way my tummy hangs over my pants, but for now, Little friend, I am willing to give a little to keep you in my life. That is, after all, what friends are for, right? Thank you for being invented. Thank you for existing and for just being you!
All my love,
Sincerely,
Angie
2 comments:
Ha Ha!! I totally agree. I blame mom for our love (or addiction). I should have bought us each a bag today, who leaves only 8 or 9!!
first of all. you are a dork! second of all i actually like the regular oreo's best, with 1/2 the cream. sorry! :(
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