damn me and my lack of memory
On those mornings when I have, once again forgotten to stop and get milk on the way home, I stand in the kitchen staring at the cupboards wondering what to have for breakfast because if only I was Samantha on Bewitched and could just wrinkle my nose a bit - VIOLA! - milk appears.
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I did that with peanut butter all week this week. Kept forgetting to buy it, only to remember when my oldest was complaining that I couldn't make him a pb&j for his lunch. Wish I had those powers!
If you could twitch your nose to get groceries, I'll bet you'd conjure up something better than milk! How about French toast and a mimosa?
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