S’moreos
Okay, look. I know they’re not technically called s’moreos. But when you have s’mores flavored Oreos, WHAT ELSE are you supposed to call them?! If you’ve been around here for a while, you might know that I tend to go a little bonkers over s’mores and s’mores flavored foods. It’s true. But it’s also true that not all s’mores foods are created equal. Some of them? Like a certain s’mores latte I recently ordered? Are garbage.
S’mores Oreos are not garbage. They are AH-MAZE-ING. I love them so much, and I fully resent the very small package they are sold in. If you’re listening, Oreos people, MAKE A BIGGER PACKAGE OF THESE THINGS. I will buy them and I will eat them. (Of course, this is also the problem, but let’s focus on the positive here…) Real talk? It’s a good thing these delicious cookies come in a small package. Lord knows we don’t need more dessert temptation at my house. One package of s’moreos a week is probably sufficient.
(Although do NOT get me started on the time I ordered groceries online and Walmart tried to substitute red velvet Oreos for the s’mores variety I ordered. RED VELVET. As if.)
Anyway. S’mores Oreos are awesome. THUMBS UP!
Potty humor in the toy aisle
You know what’s not awesome? Going shopping for a birthday present for a seven-year-old friend of my daughter’s and coming face to face with box after box of poop-themed games and toys. ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME. What is wrong with people?
No thank you. Games about poop — and I’m including poop emojis here — are stupid and gross. I also don’t need a game that seems to revolve around a monkey’s butt. If you were wondering. Side eye, heavy sighs, eye rolls, and a major THUMBS DOWN from me. Get off my lawn!
