Today at work Jenn was tempted (and, just as an aside, gave in to that temptation) by cheezy poofs, that tasty orange snack of fried puffy goodness. At the SAME TIME I was shopping at Superstore, and I had an monsterous craving for cheezy poofs. (I didn't give in to temptation, fearing what Jenn would think if I ate such terrible junk)
The bottom line is that Jenn and I have a Psychic Cheezy-Poof Connection. Where one of us is eating cheezy poofs, the other can tell. This does not bode well for secret stashes of junk food on my part, so I guess I should clean out my closet.
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