As we were finishing up lunch, and discussing what we would take to the potluck tomorrow, Jenn said, "I think I'll make some chocolate chip cookies." To which I said, "Hun..." To which she replied, "You want to eat the dough with the frozen yoghurt in the freezer, don't you?"
Dangit, neither of us can conceal our various food cravings from the other with this psychic cheezy-poof connection.
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Yeah... I've been known to scarf olives and maple walnut ice cream for dinner. Together. In the last two weeks. For more than one meal. This kind of scares me, because what the hell kind of wierd cravings will I get when I become pregnant?
I'm guessing tuna and catnip. The real question is, what kind of offspring is going to result from your genetically-manipulated mating with your 17 cats?
Oh yeah. I went there.
You rat bastard sonovabitch. How dare you bring Fluffy, Sir Ratterkins, Miss Princess Pretty Prancin' Paws, Bob, Doug, Groucho, Harpo, Stewie, Dougie, Douglas, Orlando, Romeo, Squishy, Carlotta FlipperPaws, Carlotta SlipperPaws, Danny Bonasquishy, and Meowsers into this?!? Your quarrel is with me, sir, NOT them. I bid you good day, sir. Good day. :P
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