Today I'm off for more
free babysitting free booze free food quality time at the #1Grandparents' house.
Since we didn't kill / emancipate each other last time, I figured another vacay was in order.
I am packing all the usual suspects - the Feral Threesome, fruit and veg, a token amount of booze so it looks like I'm not mooching all of theirs.
If you were playing along via Facebook, you would know that, during my last visit, #1Nana professed to...wait for it...
Tossing a full, unopened jar of Nutella in the bin.
Because she didn't know what to do with it.
I SHIT YOU NOT.
Who is this woman?
I'll tell you - this is a woman who gifted the Feral Threesome a tube of Nestle's Condensed Milk each for Christmas.
And yet, she had no idea what to do with Nutella? WTF?
If it wasn't for our affections for the same booze, I would be questioning the DNA link.
And so started Nutellagate.
After setting her straight on the glorious merits of Nutella, I vowed to further educate her via jar and
finger spoon in front of the television.
I am convinced this awakening will firmly place me ahead of the Feral Threesome in the inheritance stakes.
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