7 posts tagged “candy”
I also bought Fun Dip last night.
My mouth hurts from eating sour candy, but I have no plans on stopping.
So, I'm kind of strange or whatever, right? So I do this thing sometimes when I've decided to stay home for the night and maybe drink wine and watch American Idol and make videos about my dog... I like to Google image search non sequiturs and see what comes up.
So like, maybe I was doing that and maybe I Googled the words "tic tac emergency" and and got this cool photo of a Tic Tac box LED flashlight:
The words "convenient" and "practical" come to mind.
Technology out of control!
These lolipops are really good:
Wagandstuff ate six peanut butter cups last night when I was sleeping. He barfed in the middle of the night, loudly and directly next to my head. I had to wake up and change my sheets and everything. It was terrible. I had no idea why, but I figured his stomach was just doing chihuahua things and once everything was clean, I went back to bed.
When I woke up this morning, I had absolutely no recollection of this incident and didn't even put together that I was somehow sleeping on different sheets than the ones I passed out on six hours earlier. Then about an hour ago I found what could be described as a festival of Reese's wrappers shoved underneath the ottoman I have next to my desk. The desk where the Reese's were originally sitting in a neat little stack the night before. Seriously! It was like a fucking Mardi Gras for the characters in that book The Indian in the Cupbord had been held under my ottoman while I was sleeping last night. The wrappers were ripped to shreds. Totally obliterated.
That's what infuriates me the most. Not because I have to clean it up, but because in actuality, all he really wanted to was to play with the wrappers. The chocolate made him far too sick for it to be worth it. WAY too sick. He barfed on the bed next to his mama's sleeping face. I know him, he's not that kind of dog, ya know?
ANYWAY, had he been able to wait until the morning or properly communicated to me his desire to eat the candy wrappers, after a couple minutes of prodding, I probably would have humored him. He knows that. He knows mom's a big pushover.
His eyebrows are retardedly expressive:
(all week, maybe!)
When I was little, I would buy these at the Green Harbor General Store and eat them on the beach, even if they got covered in sand (and I'm sure at one point in my childhood, especially because they were covered in sand.) They were my grandmother's favorite, too. You weren't even allowed to walk into the house with a bag from the Genny without her asking you for a bullseye, which is what they called them back in the day. I call them "things to stuff my fat face with".
