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.
(that’s Valentine’s Day, not Veteran’s Day, not that I have anything against Veteran’s Day, but it’s just not what this post is about) Things nobody wants to hear: “Happy Valentines Day! I got my period” Thing I do to try and help: Make pecan pralines with her favorite recipe, since the chocolate I bought for […]
The jokes keep landing in my inbox. I report, you decide… Once upon a time, Little Red Riding Hood’s mother (being concerned about the increase in violence in rural America) gave Little Red a .45 caliber gun for protection. Little Red kept this gun in her basket. One summer day while on the way to […]