Ok, it's not really a milk mustache, but when you look at all the ads, they don't look like real milk either. Actually, Mary and I went shopping at the exchange to get out of the house for a bit and give Doug some much needed "alone" time. He seems to have caught the flu from Mary, our 2 1/2 ft walking petri dish. I don't know why I didn't get it, but I'm soooo thankful. I guess if Doug has it now, I still have a chance of getting it, but he's usually pretty good about NOT sneezing in my mouth, unlike other household members...hmmm, I wonder who? So back to my story, Mary and I were shopping and she asked very nicely for a snack. Of course, I forgot to bring one, so we scooted on over to the Cinnabon store. A nice relaxing snack of cinnamon sticks dipped in icing. These are the days.
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