
To Every Love a Season
6 years ago


Yep, 4 little letters--OREO. I guess you could say that this obsession/compulsion evolved from a very young age. I have pictures of me around Jacks age, eating my first Oreos. As a child, I can't remember a time when they weren't around. In our family, eating Oreos for dessert was like breathing--you couldn't live without these things. It's in my blood! My Dad has lived on these things his entire life. He gets his stack of Oreos and a glass of milk at least once a day, usually more. The doctor has tried to tell him to stop eating them--he won't listen. He would rather die happy--eating Oreos! When he's dead, I will make sure we bury him with his Oreo package. Don't worry Dad, I'm sure there are going to be Oreos in heaven! (If there aren't, I'm not sure we'll stay!)