Last week, I decided I was going to make Oreo Trifle.
I bought all the ingredients. Brownie mix, Oreos, Whipped Topping, chocolate pudding, and a Hershey Bar
But I didn't want to eat it all alone. And I had no party.
So I decided to go ahead and eat the Oreos. Out of the group, it would go stale first, right?
As I ate the Oreos throughout the week, I kept thinking, "I am so glad that Jeremy noticed these Oreos and is helping me eat them; he loves Oreos."
I seriously had this thought e.v.e.r.y. t.i.m.e. I opened the Oreos.
Then, on Saturday, Jeremy brings the bag of Oreos into the living room and this is how our conversation went.
Me: "I am so glad you noticed the Oreos and have been helping me eat them."
Jeremy: " Um.. I just now noticed them."
Me: "You are kidding me."
Me: "No, I'm serious. They've been disappearing kinda fast and I know it hasn't been just me."
Jeremy: "It wasn't me helping you."
Then, Jeremy opens the bag and, internet, what does he find???
I kid you not.
One stinkin' oreo.
Yes, I ate about a hundred and Jeremy ate one.
And so now we have the source of my problem in loosing the last 8 pregnancy pounds.
And the reason I haven't eaten since.