Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Not gonna do it!

Stop looking at me, you 2230 pieces of candy bought to hand out at a parade. Just STOP already! I can't open the bags to let you breathe, no matter how much you beg and plead. Because then? You'll be MINE. Mwahahahaha!! And how would I explain that one to my husband and the ballet? Well, okay. Here's the deal: you come up with the excuse and I'll give you some air.


Anonymous said...

psssst. lady. need a serotonin lift? open meeeeeeeeeeeee.

ShallowGal said...

The way I look at it, the candy's time on this Earth is already numbered. Knock yourself out.

Joan Eddy said...

Your candy talks to you too?? How come they only do it when no one else is around?