When I was in 2nd grade we had a substitute teacher from Italy. I don't remember her name, but all day she called us by our names in Italian to bring some fun to the classroom. She kept calling me "Hilardo", and when I asked why, she explained that that was actually my name in Italian.
Hi-LARD-o?
It was hurtful, I won't lie. And has definitely stuck.
So today, I just had to confess, to make myself feel better: I just finished a can of Pringles all by myself.
This is a call for HELP: I am ready for an intervention!
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- Hilary Cavanaugh
- The passion of baking is my life, and I hope to bring inspiration to others with the desire to learn and find a passion of their own. I strive for my drive to shine through my desserts; to bring happiness to others and remind you to live your dreams, as I have mine.
2 comments:
LOL. I did the same thing yesterday. But I justified the consumption because it was a reduced fat canister.
Guess it runs in the family.
Potato chips easy...I've done a whole bag of sun chips multiple times. I shouldn't be proud of that. But ya.
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