Me! It’s all about me!
Apparently regular Smarties are not sour enough, and you have developed something called Extreme Sour. The Easter Bunny apparently didn’t know either, and mixed some of the new breed in with the old fashioned (read: yummy) Smarties in my basket. Let me say just one thing about Extreme Sour Smarties: Blech. Thanks.
I don’t ask for much (just world domination and perhaps a little nookie with my sweety) but this is a great cause: Seeing Mark run in a skirt. I can be bought. I’ll do it for money. Specifically, I’ll do it if lots of you make a charitable donation in exchange for my heroic offering. […]
– That the amount of candy we procured over the weekend weighs about the same as one of my kids (and no, I’m not saying which one) and – that the absolute LAST thing on earth I need is to actually eat any candy I am so wanting to go to Target to check their […]