I accidentally bought mint chocolate chip klondike bars at the store this afternoon.
Kroger's fancy-schmancy house brand (Private Selection) has a coconut caramel flan ice cream that is going to put about 300 pounds on my ass. It is THAT GOOD. Plus I can eat cold things without pain or fear again thanks to the root canal. So, ice cream.
But seriously. Coconut caramel flan. So. Fucking. Good.
Damn, I went looking for mint chocolate chip klondike bars and could not find them.
Is your outhouse running? Better catch it! [link]
Damn, I went looking for mint chocolate chip klondike bars and could not find them.
Oh, sad! Want me to eat one for you?
Okay!
They are new, so maybe they aren't available in all areas yet? [link]
We're about to make a roasted eggplant and feta dip.
I have a massage scheduled for next week with a Philly fireman who got his license as something to do on the side. He is apparently 27.
Guh. Jealous. My gal sent me 3 referrals. The first is out of town the same time she is, the second sounds a bit woo-woo for my tastes, and it looks like the third works hours different from what I'm trying to schedule. I'll double check tomorrow.
I have a massage scheduled for next week with a Philly fireman who got his license as something to do on the side.
Can I have what you are having?
Can I have what you are having?
Come on over! I figure even if the massage sucks, the eye candy should be worth it.