Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Something that only New Englanders will get: I betrayed my heritage at the Mr Frosty truck when I ordered my ice cream with "chocolate sprinkles." THEY'RE JIMMIES!!!!
I now must have ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. In fact, I may have to buy some of each and bring them home because I'm an adult now and get to do that. Hurray!
I think Perkins is ignoring me.
I want ice cream. I have gelato in the freezer. That is so not on my diet, though.
Dammit.
Perkins was on her way home. She had to do that, you see, to get to where the wallow is.
Sadly, it is not where jello, kiddie pools, or pudding is.
Ah. I was just trying to come up with ways to make the wallowing a little more fun.
That would have helped, it's true.
Perkins, I mailed you a check on Monday. I guess you haven't gotten it?
Not yet, Tom. I'll let you know when I do.
Did everyone go away?
Tell me you're suffering from frappe deprivation or something, or we're going to have you blackballed from your local packie. If you don't get it together, people are going to be ragging on you wicked bad at the water bubbler, come Monday.
Aw. I am definitely suffering from frappe deprivation!! Man, I wish I had a coffee frappe right now. And I think I finally ditched the hundreds of bottles of coffee syrup my grandmother had given me over the years, so I can't even make my own. (In my world, a coffee frappe is the best frappe.)
I had a lovely evening with friends and sushi and sitting outside, but gotDAMN am I tired.