My eating "rules" are generally well known among my family and friends. Stuff like I sort my fries; small ones, long ones, burnt ones, greenish ones, curly ones, crunchy ones. I eat all the defects first so I can savor the good ones. Same with a bag of chips. I do not like my food to touch. If I want my gravy on my potatoes or meat I'll make that choice otherwise Mr. Gravy, Bub you stay on your side of the plate. I get teased a lot about my little habits. Whatever. So the other night my mom and I are eating dinner. I look down at my plate and then I look at hers. Guess who's is who's? LMAO!
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