Somehow, someway, I'm not sure how or why this happened, but Dan convinced me that we needed marshmallow cream.
I was strong at first and resisted, but, alas, I gave in.
It got worse.
When he went to the store (yes, I made him go), he did not stop at marshmallow cream. He proceded to get graham crackers and chocolate bars as well. I was good, though, I didn't do the whole s'more thing.
Until today.
Oh. my. goodness.
It was a mess.
It was an oooey, goooey mess.
And it was ssssooooooo good.
No judgement.....right?!?
1 comment:
Sounds good to me. MMMM
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