It definitely started when I had Ronan. I sat on the couch recovering from the c-section and ate oreos. (eww, those two things are kinda gross together, sorry!) For two weeks, I ate oreos and Jello Tapioca pudding. I still remember it. And now who can eat just 3? or 4? So crunchy, chocolatey, the best! I've gone through "No oreos in the house!" phases, but often then find their way back in. Not everyone here even likes them. But for me, a total addiction. I've gotta shake it.
where the heck did the row go?