Seriously, how have I not known about this Nutella stuff before. It is truly amazing. A little 16oz jar of hazelnut goodness. As my buddy John would say, “It’s will change your life.” Amen brother, amen. We happen to get a little jar of the stuff from a friend.
You’re a bad person Reita, a bad, bad, person. But we truly thank you Reita, for the flowers, the gift for Frank, and for my next visit to the ER for hazelnut poising. Even my mother-in-law is all over it. She said, “I could drink this stuff.” Hahaha, and she’s a healthy eater.
Thank God I didn’t find this stuff while I was still in the military. They would have literally bounced me out on the fat boy program. I mean a myriad of reality shows would have been knocking down my door. 1 Ton Dad, Return to Fat Camp, Biggest Loser, are just a few that come to mind. I may have even got on Celebrity Rehab. I’m not a celeb, but that’s some good TV. I love that show.
Anyway, right now, as I sit here and type, I am bloated from the 3 Nutella and bread sandwiches I just ate, in rapid succession. I couldn’t walk this off if someone was pushing me in a buggy. I can hear the jar right now, calling me, daring me to go for another one. The bread is not speaking, just nodding in agreement. I would do it too, but I can’t standup. Might have to do a few sit-ups tomorrow.
Well maybe Thursday.