I only allow myself to keep chocolate fudge in the house when I am pregnant. So I whipped up a batch last week, and had a delicious piece just this evening. Despite the fact that it made me nauseous to eat my dinner. Fudge never plays a girl false. What an eye rolling, noise making, borderline-drool-causing delight.
And tomorrow, I get to walk around the zoo for 4 hours with the Kraken and the Minotaur. And while I look forward to my daughter's squeals of delight, I am dreading the walking around for 4 hours part. Do you suppose the Minotaur would pull us both in the Radio Flyer wagon???
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Dude, WHERE'S MY FUDGE?
Hah. No fudge for you. I will eat it all.
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