To wake my sleeping child,

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Throw her in the car & hit the shop in my jammies as I have the biggest, strongest urge / craving for a tube of Pringles & it's all I can think about.........?

Please get dressed first. Going out in your nightwear is minging.

That's how desperate the situation is !

No way would I wake up my sleeping child for anything less than an emergency.

I'd rather poke a hungry bear with a very sharp stick

It's one of those things that sound nice in theory but, as I am eating salt and vinegar crisps (bleurgh) and shortbread for dinner because DC was unexpectedly ill and I didn't go to the shop before we got home, I'm going to say YABU, just out of spite

If it's available in your area Prime Now deliver them in two hours!

Thurlow I like the sound of your supper. Nomnom.

£1

So obtainable
Yet so unobtainable

To be fair IABVU for letting myself get to mid December & with no festive Pringles stash.

You're welcome to it, Donkey, it is not hitting the spot here!

Bummer.

I would settle for some shortbread.

Only crisps we have on the premises & I'm using the term crisps loosely are quavers bleh.

We have onion rings and quavers.

How old is the child? I only ask incase it would be reasonable to wake them and make them go for you.

Good problem-solving skills there, Dragons.

PS: Can they hop???

2.5...
If I thought she could be trusted to walk past the magazine section & return with my Pringles she would be out the door.

I can't stop thinking about cake! (mainly the Yule log I saw in tesco the other other day) I can actually hear it calling me right now.

Now I'm thinking about Yule log and Pringles! I'm going to raid the cupboards, I think I have some shortbread and Nutella.

Yup

I'm now thinking about food, only crisps I have are salt n shake and they don't count and some fucker has left the lid of the biscuit box

Quavers are against my religion. Puffed cardboard innit.

I can't stand wotsits (spell check doesn't like that word!) a little child threw up in a swimming lesson - years ago - and the teachers used floats to push his lunch vomit down the sucker drains, all I could smell was woztits