Thursday, May 26, 2005
I ate Oreos with my sister on our bedroom floor tonight, making our teeth black, spilling telltale crumbs on the carpet, and glorying in the scrumptious invention of crispy chocolate and creamy white filling. What would life be like without Oreos? I must confess they make me happy, just by eating them. If you ever see me sad and want to help the situation, bring me Oreos. I am positive that they are a good solution to any problem. We justified our consumption of vast quanities of Oreos with the fact that we had gone running today. I wonder how much running equals an Oreo?