One manifestation of my SSB is dunking crackers directly into the whipped cream cheese container and gobbling it up. Kind of a poor man's dip. Ella caught me doing this the other day and her eyes lit up and she asked "can I have one?" She loved it - who wouldn't?! - and we spent a happy 10 minutes at the counter dipping and eating and laughing about how daddy was going to notice all the Triscuit crumbs in the cream cheese container (which he did).
My partner in SSB crime




