This is the only look I got after feeding him half the jar of peas. Everyone that I've told this story to has been confused on why I wanted him to not like the peas.
On a different note, the shrewd and sometimes uncaring Lori that we all know and love has lost some of that. I hold in my hands an expensive bottle of special, super concentrated cleaner. It was sold to me by Manson, a native of West Warren, MI (Annette, he gave u a shout out!!) who is taking part in a special program for inner city youth to have summer jobs.
This kid was quite the salesman and a jokester. He showed me all sorts of cleaning demos and price comparisons. Perhaps I was blinded by the fact that he yelled, "Go big Blue!" about 3 times, but in the end, I couldn't say no to this little black boy from the ghetto. Bountiful is making me soft.