It has been, what, nearly a year since our last tryst? Oh, how I want you, please don't let so much time go by again. You bring such joy to my life and I need you now more than ever. Give me just one more night before you disappear again.
Dear Thin Mints,
OK, I may have spent some time recently with Tagalongs. But you don't understand. You were my first love. My true love. Sometimes I want a little peanut butter on the side, but your minty-goodness is what completes me.
I'm sorry to be leaving you for the next 40 days. I promise the time will pass quickly. But, you see, Lent is here and it was either you or chocolate. Thin Mints won. Let's set a rendezvous for Easter morning.
Fever, sleeplessness, septic, landscaping
2 weeks ago