Just went down stairs and as is my habit, hit the cookie jar. Nilla wafers! I walk in to the family room and Carol is watching a movie. I say; "Ya can't be unhappy with a Nilla Wafer"
She looked at me with a sort of "wuts wrong with you?" expression.
I was infact really happy with my Nilla wafer(s) and was not sure why she found it odd.
Then I remembered a few yrs back when my Mom's husband died. My sister was stroking her back. My brother was drinking and I was standing in a corner confused as to what to say. My brother kept asking Mom if she had eaten or would like to. Finally she yelled at him to stop asking. He replyed; "Ya sure? I got toast in my pocket"
So from now on, I am keeping Nilla wafers in my pockets. 'Cause ya just can't be unhappy if you have Nilla Wafers....
She looked at me with a sort of "wuts wrong with you?" expression.
I was infact really happy with my Nilla wafer(s) and was not sure why she found it odd.
Then I remembered a few yrs back when my Mom's husband died. My sister was stroking her back. My brother was drinking and I was standing in a corner confused as to what to say. My brother kept asking Mom if she had eaten or would like to. Finally she yelled at him to stop asking. He replyed; "Ya sure? I got toast in my pocket"
So from now on, I am keeping Nilla wafers in my pockets. 'Cause ya just can't be unhappy if you have Nilla Wafers....
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