misty almond flavored meeeeemmmmorieees


My husband brought these home for me this evening.
A favorite snack for my favorite night of TV.
Other people are crazy for The Bachelor as well, right?
Did I ever tell you about the time I emailed with Reality Steve during the Jason/Melissa/Molly scandal?
You know, several weeks before the resounding “Oh no he di’int” ATFR2 Switcheroo?
No?
Doesn’t ring any bells?
Remind me to tell you about it one of these days.
But, I digress.
So, not only do I get to watch my favorite, blissful, uninterrupted 2 hours of guilty pleasure television this evening,
but I now get to do so while munching one a very special treat.
Because these biscuits mean something to me.
More than,
let’s say,
Melissa
meant to Jason.
Yeah, they mean a whole darn lot.
And, because the baby just leaned over, pounded on the computer, and erased this entire post
(if I have not said this before, thank you, Open Apple Z)
I shall leave you now.
This is the final rose.
I mean sentence.
Or something like that.

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