I think Weird Al Yankovic is a genius. I do. And if The Backstreet Boys were still together I would totally take Haley to see them perform. Totally. The movie Zoolander? It makes me laugh-out-loud every single time I watch it. Oh, and I like Bologna.
It feels good to get that off my chest.
Are you still with me, or did I scare you off with the Bologna?
Guilty pleasures, some might say. Maybe. But they all make me feel good. And they’re not illegal.
Oreos and milk make me feel good, too. But I take it to the next level. Times ten.
I place as many broken up Oreos (or in most cases, the Target generic brand) as I can fit in a glass, pour milk over them, wait about 15 seconds, mash it all gently with a spoon, and eat it like soup. I call it Oreo Smash. (I remember telling Paul about it when we first met – I swear he wanted to marry me right then and there.)
What’s your guilty pleasure meal or snack? Chocolate Syrup and Cool Whip mixed together? Grapes smothered with peanut butter? Chili with corn nuts? An entire bag of Ruffles in one sitting?
Come on, fess up.