Time to let it go...
Apr. 24th, 2005 06:46 pmDear Thin Mints:
We've loved/hated each other for a long time, haven't we? I used to horde you, store you in my freezer, then sneak out of my bed and eat half a sleeve while you were still half-frozen. I've sprinkled you on baked brownies, looked longingly at your happy, green box, and bounced on my toes when I see a group of 8 year oldpimps Girl Scouts selling you at $3 a box.
But it's time I let you go. It's just... Well, I can only buy you one time a year. And I buy a LOT of you. You know the part about the freezer? And quite frankly, I've moved on. No, no, not Samoas or Do-Si-Dos. I'm not like that - I wouldn't go for family. See, York Peppermint Patties now come in a cookie form. So: I get a York Peppermint on top of a mint-chocolate cookie. Surely you can see that it's all that I've wanted in a dessert cookie...
No hard feelings?
Oh, and I want my records back.
Love,
Stoney
PS: You know that thing you do? How you think it's cool? You really should stop.
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Mystupid nice and generous neighbors decided they didn't want a tree today and let me dig it up. An Acer palmas "Inuba Shiduri." (A specialty Japanese maple) It's a $600 dollar tree and is GORGEOUS. Weeping. So red it's practically black. Suckers. So I'm super sore and loopy.
We've loved/hated each other for a long time, haven't we? I used to horde you, store you in my freezer, then sneak out of my bed and eat half a sleeve while you were still half-frozen. I've sprinkled you on baked brownies, looked longingly at your happy, green box, and bounced on my toes when I see a group of 8 year old
But it's time I let you go. It's just... Well, I can only buy you one time a year. And I buy a LOT of you. You know the part about the freezer? And quite frankly, I've moved on. No, no, not Samoas or Do-Si-Dos. I'm not like that - I wouldn't go for family. See, York Peppermint Patties now come in a cookie form. So: I get a York Peppermint on top of a mint-chocolate cookie. Surely you can see that it's all that I've wanted in a dessert cookie...
No hard feelings?
Oh, and I want my records back.
Love,
Stoney
PS: You know that thing you do? How you think it's cool? You really should stop.
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My
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Date: 2005-04-24 07:02 pm (UTC)*leaves a trail so you can find me. With an EMPTY box and bloated tummy*