Yesterday afternoon, Austin, Mom and I ate at La Chatelaine. Austin
had coffee. And he put eight sugar packets in it. Mom was pushing the
empty papers around the table and shrieking. Me, I wasn't all that
surprised. We (I mean he) go through a 4 pound bag of sugar a week.
At least.
Austin: I'm looking for a sugar substitute. Basically something that
tastes just like sugar, but isn't bad for you. An awesome sugar
substitute.
Me: I'm looking for a husband substitute. Something that cleans house
and pays all the bills. An awesome husband substitute. But I'm stuck
with you.
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