.... and was touched that I would recall the good old days. C'mon Sylvia, it was only a box of cereal. My good deed for the year. I did leave one little part out from yesterday. When I was little she insisted on me drinking the leftover nasty sugary milk. BARF! She used to be so mean about it, sometimes PBK would cry, cry, cry. Sometimes PBK would take this glass of leftover milk and pour it all over the back seat of her Cadillac as she was driving a certain PBK to school. Did I mention that it was the summer time? Yuk!
Don't cry over spilled milk?
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