As I told a friend on the phone, I wore my best underwear yesterday due to the heightened chance of death by fiery crash on the freeway. My mother taught me well. Luckily I survived, though the four-hour trip from my house to my parent's house actually took me about 11 hours because of the snow.
Apparently it's weird to buy chex mix at a gas station at 9:30 a.m. The cashier thought it was pretty strange, at least. I had been in my car for over three hours at that point and it seemed perfectly logical to me... I had healthy snacks packed in my glove compartment but I could hear the check mix sending me seductive whispers from the gas station shelf Leslie...indulge in my salty goodness. I'm just glad that my road trip snack of choice isn't something worse like funions.
The point of this post is to say that I made it to my parent's house safely. Happy weekend!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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3 comments:
Oh my gosh, I love funions!
I especially love that your food speaks in a seductive whisper to you. Scandalous!
P.S. Glad you didn't die in a fiery crash!
Hi Leslie & Shawna,
I just wanted to thank you both SO much for the delicious tea! I love it!
Hope you both have a great holiday.
- jamie
Yay for best underwear and safe trips home. =) (Today's word is "fistrat". Weird.
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