OK, so it's just not officially Christmas to me until I get my hands on some...
*Gingerbread CoffeeMate*
You go next...
*Gingerbread CoffeeMate*
You go next...
Festive holiday goodies!OK, so it's just not officially Christmas to me until I get my hands on some...
Ha, my wife loves cherries too, and so yesterday she brought home a big box of and as I was unloading the trunk of her car and trying to make as few trips as I could, I dropped the plastic box, it opened immediately and every cherry went rolling out all over the filthy garage floor. Except for two. I dutifully presented the two cherries last standing to my wife. I'm not sure my marriage will survive it.
It's not officially Christmas until December 28 when I realize all the people I forgot to send cards to.
But... WHY can't you eat them now. I mean, if you wash them off. It's not like the dirt from the garage floor is going to get beneath the skin.
I'm sure your right. And my wife was arguing this exact point. I dunno, probably should have. I don't mind wasting money, but I really do hate wasting food.
Dirt equal protein. That's what I say, anyway.
It is not officially Christmas until I make peanut brittle and fudge. And of course until I bit into that first Queen Anne Chocolate Covered Cherry!
It is not officially Christmas until I make peanut brittle and fudge. And of course until I bit into that first Queen Anne Chocolate Covered Cherry!
Well, look what the cat dragged in!Festive holiday goodies! - *Honk! Honk!*
That's what I've been told. Do you think it works with dirty talk, too? I am an erotic romance writer, after all. HahaA little bit of dirt helps boost the immune system.
Makes you wonder where that cat's been.Well, look what the cat dragged in!