Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
May I Tempt You...
...with a small peanut butter cup?
I had a feeling that in light of all the sponsored Halloween events going on around town there would be few trick-or-treaters at my door last night. I'm always prepared -- because I was a Girl Scout, you know. Or was that something I got from the Boy Scouts, because I knew some of those, too.
Anyway, I figured I might as well buy treats I myself like since there were likely to be left-overs. I got Reese's peanut butter cups, which I can inhale like nobody's business, and I didn't have a single kid at my door. If I eat the whole bag myself, they're going to go straight to my thighs.
Nobody wants to see that happen. So please, as a mercy to me, take one.
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3 comments:
Sherry Thunder Thighs...
That sounds like an Indian Princess
Ray brought home a $15 monster-bag of mini-candy bars. I said, "Ray, we haven't had a trick or treater in ten years...HIDE THAT CANDY!" LOL! I did manage to pick out a dozen Twix which I ate till I was sick. The candy is now in hiding, thank God. LOL! xo
I don't know, Mr. Gee. I think they'd have left a Princess Thunder Thighs on an ice floe somewhere.:)
But it's kinda fun getting sick that way, huh, Marion? LOL. My bag is still sitting out in plain sight. I only had 4 or 5 last night. Maybe I'll do less tonight. Or maybe not...
xo
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