Tony and I are seated upon our living room furniture, eagerly awaiting for my father to come pick us up so we can head off into the majestic wild wilderness of Burley, Idaho for a family reunion.
That's what we're doing, but my tongue and my stomach are enjoying one of the most important groups on the food pyramid: fresh homemade caramel popcorn. 1000 mouthfuls = 1 serving size.
You know what else I think? I think if the kitten wants to play in his letterbox, I say let him. Just don't let him walk on your face when he's done. Last night when he was trying to wiggle his way nose-first into my nostril I thought, "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?"
Please don't tell my dentist I'm eating all this caramel popcorn. I do so love it when he's not disappointed in me.
Before I go, I want to formally welcome my newest readers and tell them I think they're beautiful and lovely in all ways, much like the dear Suzy of Suzy and the Skyscrapers who referred them to me. I'm sorry Suzy for not linking to you, but well does anyone else feel terribly claustrophobic on these phone thingies? I feel like I can't do anything. So i'll link to you when I next use a real computer.
Much love, the Management