Guest guest Posted April 1, 2008 Report Share Posted April 1, 2008 I can't find the string on gifts. But, I wanted to share the " weird gift " my bpd mom gave me yesterday. She said that she worries that I don't eat right. And guess what she gave me? A jar of pickles. But, I was only supposed to take a few of the pickles out of the jar and put them in my fridge as a little treat. The rest were for her. Ok. Well, I guess she was craving pickles. She told me to put them on a little sandwich. And I was thinking that at the moment " I don't have any bread. " Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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