"What are you doing, Mom?" asks Vinny.
"Smelling pretzels," I say.
"Smelling gluten," clarifies Vinny.
"Exactly," I say.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to suck on a long, hard, salty, pretzel stick, right now. My mouth is all wet, just thinking about it.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
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