Olives. Green olives. And vanilla ice cream.
Yes, folks, I believe DrummerWife had her first official bizarre craving last night. At about 10pm, as we're both just about wound down for the evening, DrummerWife proclaimed that she could really go for some green olives. And then...she added that some ice cream would go really well with it, too.
Then, she got up, and got herself some green olives. I didn't even know we had green olives. But apparently, we did. She ate a plate full of them. Then, before we went to bed, she had a couple more. And then she had an epiphany as we lay in bed...the perfect snack...the pinnacle of quick-meal food consumption...green olives, pickles, and milk.
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I'm scared.
Yes, folks, I believe DrummerWife had her first official bizarre craving last night. At about 10pm, as we're both just about wound down for the evening, DrummerWife proclaimed that she could really go for some green olives. And then...she added that some ice cream would go really well with it, too.
Then, she got up, and got herself some green olives. I didn't even know we had green olives. But apparently, we did. She ate a plate full of them. Then, before we went to bed, she had a couple more. And then she had an epiphany as we lay in bed...the perfect snack...the pinnacle of quick-meal food consumption...green olives, pickles, and milk.
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I'm scared.
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