Goodness, goodness, goodness. Someone just gifted me a bag of big marshmellows . . . I didn't eat them . . . was going to keep them for sugar emergencies until I realized I have a gas stove and kebob skewers, I can roast them. I just ate two and I know I'm headed back down for two more. This is serious, I'm going to have to quit it, I can tell . . . no more marshmellows for me, I'm going to have to amazingly enjoy every single rationed one of these. Laughing . . . otherwise I'll be jugglin' skewers.
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