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I live in an apartment but on SUndays I go home and eat.
I had just walked in the door when I heard mother say to my father "he'll never know the difference, he's no conniusseur. I interpreted this to mean that they had used an inferior ingredient in some of the food they were going to be serving that evening.
I said nothing and when I sat down I ate the usually decent food mother had prepared and they they served me one of my favorite desserts.
Apparently they had run out of sugar and had used neutrasweet instead. I knew this as soon as I took the first spoonful of bananna pudding.
I pretended to gag and I said out loud "what are you trying to do? poison me???? I went on to say "I can't eat this ** what is this? It was an exaggeration of course as I know that neutraswet isn't poison and that it is a good sugar substitute.
My problem was not that the dessert tasted all that bad but I don't like having one put over me.
Spoiled brat.
Wow. First world problems much?
Poor you, how do you manage to put up with such treatment?
You must have taken Santa terribly!