>Last Night’s Dinner

>For some reason, this email from Julia today cracks me up every time I read it:

This morning when I was gathering up my bags, I was wondering how dirt from repotting the plant managed to get all over the table. Then I realized it was the fallout from the Oreos.

We are a staggeringly health-conscious family up in here. I’m still kind of in pain from the indulgence. When that package opened, it was like a couple sharks swarming over a compromised sea cow.

Oh, and in case you are wondering, the plant-potting she refers to occurred about 8 feet away and about 3 feet lower in elevation from the top of the table.

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