When I read "Moose Munch" my mind immediately went to Sarah Palin and an act I shall not name. I am a sick, horrible woman who needs to go bleach her brain.
I love fruitcake. My mother used to make it in loaf pans and since I lacked all self-control, I could eat one. By myself. Over several clandestine trips to the kitchen.
In short, you can have the cheesecake wheel. Give me that fruitcake.
It used to be that I could eat mountains of sugary, chocolatey goodness. Mountains! Then something happened to me, I don't know what, but just looking at all those sweets gives me a sugar-rush headache. I can't do it anymore, guys. I want the pear and maybe some cheesy popcorn. Wah!?
These posts always come along when it's almost suppertime. Damn.
I did just put in an order at Vermont Country Store for mint straws and some other things. You don't suppose my mother will want all ten Skybars for Christmas, do you?
We have gotten Harry and David's pears every year since forever. We keep our Christmas ornaments in the boxes (since they are lined to protect fruit, they protect delicate ornaments well too). We've moved so many times that each box has a different address, some of the boxes date back to the early 80s.
I once house/dogsat for a couple who had a tin of peppermint bark. Curiosity turned into a nibble, a nibble turned into a bite, a bite turned into me eating all the bark like the Fantastic Mr. Fox.
Strange, I never got called back to sit again (I regret nothing!).
These are the kinds of catalogs that come in the mail to the office addressed to your boss and all us lowly workers go, "Oh! This looks wonderful! Maybe my boss will get us all something wonderful for Christmas!" And then later you see the catalog in the trash and you end up with a dollar store appointment calendar with a sticky bow and a wish of, "Merry Christmas, do mind staying an extra half hour tonight?"
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In short, you can have the cheesecake wheel. Give me that fruitcake.
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I did just put in an order at Vermont Country Store for mint straws and some other things. You don't suppose my mother will want all ten Skybars for Christmas, do you?
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I used to "lunch" at Harry & David, they always have the greatest samples.
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a) I did not realize that gifty was an adjective
b) Is this being written by Cosmo editors and other proponents of sexy sex?
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Yeah, that was me moaning(a good moan).
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Strange, I never got called back to sit again (I regret nothing!).
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