Dear Arby's Curly Fries,
You and I have had a very long relationship. We've been friends for quite a while. You happen to be my BFF in the french fry world. That's why this letter is so very hard for me to write.
You give my baby a bellyache. When I eat your delicious spicy goodness, you make my baby scream from gas. That's why this is a breakup letter.
I hate to do this, and I hate to say this. But your crunchy curls will not pass my lips for at least another year and nine months. Maybe by then I will be immune to your fast food powers. This is good for me, it'll help me break the spell.
So, goodbye my wonderful crunchy, curly, spicy potatoey goodness. I shall miss you, but my babies belly is more important.
Love,
The Diva's Mom
P.S. So far sausage of any kind and Arby's curly fries are the only food I strickly CANNOT eat. Odd, but whatever works!
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Aww, ha, ha!! What is it about those curly fries? {grin}
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