Monday, March 12, 2012

What month is this again?

Yesterday, the Hubster and I hit the grocery store to buy some necessary stuff and a whole lotta high caloric shit that we don't need (hey, Pillsbury cookie dough was on sale for 2 for $5. I wasn't passing that up.... neither are my thighs or mini-Buddha belly).

As we were wandering aimlessly through the freezer section, I glanced at the Toaster Strudels, trying to decide if I wanted any. Here's what I found:

Whaaa? No, please don't confuse me any more than I already am. I'm going to expect presents AND an Easter basket delivered by a rabbit wearing a red and white suit. Instead of an egg hunt, I assume there'll be an ornament hunt.

In case you're wondering - no, I didn't buy any Toaster Strudels. After seeing this hot mess of the seasons colliding, I couldn't even bear to get any regular-non-limited-edition flavors.


  1. You have plump thighs? Very good, I thump my chest in approval.

    1. Not just the thighs. I am a chunky monkey... Um, no offense, Gorilla.

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    1. Sigh. Me too. Damn it, now I have to go back to the store to get some Toaster Strudels.