Nutellagate

Today I'm off for more free babysitting  free booze  free food quality time at the #1Grandparents' house. Since we didn't kill / emancipate each other last time, I figured another vacay was in order. I am packing all the usual suspects - the Feral Threesome, fruit and veg, a token amount of booze so it looks like I'm not mooching all of theirs. And this...

If you were playing along via Facebook, you would know that, during my last visit, #1Nana professed to...wait for it... Tossing a full, unopened jar of Nutella in the bin. Because she didn't know what to do with it. I SHIT YOU NOT. Who is this woman? I'll tell you - this is a woman who gifted the Feral Threesome a tube of Nestle's Condensed Milk each for Christmas. And yet, she had no idea what to do with Nutella?  WTF? If it wasn't for our affections for the same booze, I would be questioning the DNA link. And so started Nutellagate. After setting her straight on the glorious merits of Nutella, I vowed to further educate her via jar and finger spoon in front of the television. I am convinced this awakening will firmly place me ahead of the Feral Threesome in the inheritance stakes. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Have you entered the #QuiltonMostLoved giveaway to win a year's supply of Quilton softness for your delicate parts? Have you entered the Fox Home Entertainment giveaway to win a legen-wait for it- dary  How I Met Your Mother and Modern Family prize pack?