This is only half of the peanut M&Ms I had hidden in my pocket.
I walked to the park with the kids Sunday afternoon.
Something about the cousins bouncing off the walls and waiting for a birthday party to start…
I had to take supplies.
Actually, this was only a third of what was in my pocket.
At one point I hugged my daughter and she said I smelled like peanut butter.
I was all, “Hmmm. THAT’S ODD”
The kids got the park and MAMA GOT PEANUT M&Ms.
A win-win, right?
Is it any wonder I need to keep running?
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