His dirty secret


This weekend I climbed into the Sunfire to run an errand with Craig, and something caught my eye in the back seat. As I turned to investigate I saw Craig shoot me a guilty, sheepish look. What did I find to inspire his guilt? A grocery sack filled with granola bars, crackers, and an opened bag of Bugles chips- all hidden from me. Wheat contraband. I wonder- has he been sneaking out to the garage in the evening to indulge in his secret pleasure?

Craig, for crying out loud, it’s not like you are doing drugs in the car! It is OKAY to eat gluten in our house. Just so long as it isn’t in the form of a donut.


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