The Fat Makes Them Soft

I randomly went up to visit Jason today. He had these reduced fat Oreos that he brought out, and was randomly flicking his eyes at when I was trying to tell him this one story. Anyway, though, we opened them, and I threw one to him, cuz he was on the other bed, and I got one myself. When I bit into mine, though, it felt extremely hard for an Oreo. So, I looked at him with a kind of odd expression on my face, sort of like, ‘Why are you giving me stale food? And how can they be stale? They were in the sealed package!’ And I said, “Um, Jason? These are hard.”

So, he swallows the bite he’d taken, and then says, “Well, yeah. The fat makes them soft.” Then this pause, and he adds, “Just like people.”

Oh, my God, we were laughing for a long time on that one!!

Then, earlier, I don’t remember what he said, I wish I did, but I looked at him, and said, “Why?” also doing the sign for the letter Y, and he just started laughing for some reason. And he has the most contagious laugh I’ve ever heard, so I just started laughing, too. When he semi-calmed down, he said, “Okay, that was the biggest laugh over nothing I’ve done.” And then we started laughing again. Then I was tickling him, and making him laugh, alternately, like Jack Nicholson, Bert, Ed, or Amadeus. Bert, from Mary Poppins, Ed, from the Lion King. If I have to explain the other two, well, you’re hopeless. Lol.

He played that song to me again. The thunderstorm one. I haven’t been able to listen to the tape of it in I don’t know how long, and that bugs me. I love hearing him play.

I still can’t believe though, that he’s never had a double-stuff Oreo. I must fix this . . .

I can’t wait until Friday. I’m gonna be going nuts at work that day. but on the upside, I’m off tomorrow. Marie needed someone to switch with her because of a doctor’s appointment. I just want to get to the rink and skate myself to the point where my muscles are burning, I’m downing an insane amount of liquid just to keep me hydrated, and I practically collapse when I stop moving. I just want to skate around and around. I know, I want to escape, and I know, I can’t. But I can pretend, and I can get exercise while I’m doing it, too. I just hope they play really good music while I’m pretending.

–Notes–

The fat makes them soft? Jason is a lunatic. *lol* He’s never had a double stuff oreo cookie? Has he been living under a rock? He is so deprived of double oreo goodness. Buy him some double stuff oreos immediately!!! [SolarEclipse]