Sugaring off: Day (what the heck day is it? Oh yeah . . .) 24

Last night, for “dessert”, I had a mug of instant oatmeal. Granted, it was peaches and cream, my favourite artificially-flavoured oatmeal, but still, it was oatmeal. (I’m getting a little tired of all fruit, all the time.)

“How sad,” the Girl stated, as she carefully licked her cone of Neapolitan ice cream.

Yes, how sad indeed.

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