there ain't no cure for the dinnertime blues {blunt moms}

Dinnertime is my least favourite time of day. Is that loathing genetic? Also - my latest post for Blunt Moms might make you crave 7-11 donairs. You've been WARNED...

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"Growing up, dinnertime was the time of day when my Mom, my brother and I were the most tired, cranky and unreasonable. This was no time to bond or learn to like each other. This was no time to stand elbow to elbow and smile as we grated carrots in tandem. This was a time to squeal into the 7-11 parking lot in our hatchback Civic. Bark at the old woman in the green smock behind the counter that we wanted those (pointing with hungry shaky fingers) THOSE seven donairs, slowly spinning in the hot-as-Hades display case sitting beside the cigarettes. All of those greasy rolls of sweaty beef and dough for us. With extra napkins and make it snappy, Grandma."

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