John had a health scare, but the more correct thing to say is: everyone who cares about John had a health scare.

Anyway,

the health scare triggered a diet change that we all took (and take) seriously. We learned about sodium, and how much we all over eat it regularly. But especially Jayme…

(Different story: A1 steak sauce)

Anyway again:

One particular Wednesday night dinner, in a month we could sit outside in the Iowa sun, we had oreos for dessert. Each of us were being polite infront of each other, taking two, maybe three, cookies from the package.

As the evening wrapped up, just Heather, John, and I remained at the table. We were shooting the shit while the kids played. Then, John walked away to go do something inside the house.

-then the vibe changed-

Heather and I locked eyes, and instantly transformed from two women born in the late 1900s to two young girls with cookies and absolutely no authority around. In sync, our hands dove into the cookie package and we ravenously packed our mouths with sweet, sweet double stuffed oreos until our lips couldn’t close and we needed our fingers to help contain the cookies in our mouths while we chewed. All this while snorting and laughing between uncoordinated swallows of Oreo.

Then John came back outside. He was coming.

We chewed faster, but that made us laugh harder, and the situation became louder than we anticipated.

By the time John came back to the table we were both a little short of breath, both probably had black teeth, and both starting to come down from our transformation. Both a little confused, but still entertained, at our actions.

Still not sure why we turned into two obnoxious eight year olds, but I don’t want to forget it. I love her. I also really like Oreos.