Something Wicked This Way Comes…

So there we were at the grocery store, minding our own business…

when from out of nowhere, a whole busload of Easter candy jumped into our cart. Now, if it had been full priced Easter candy we would have said, “Back, foul vermin! Be gone!”

But upon closer inspection, we found it to be 50-75% off. Oh, and the Cadbury Eggs–8/$1. Yeah…8.

So instead, we said, “You poor little unwanted, homeless Easter candy. Come with us and live happily ever after.”

So they did.

Of course, we don’t intend to eat it all…you know…by ourselves, or anything.

No, no.

That would be silly.

We could easily share with anyone…if the mood strikes us.  :]

Here’s a bonus too. As we were at the checkout–the cashier guy says, “Hey…ahhh…you can have one of those Easter Jello molds too. Take a couple, because you bought so much stuff. It’s free.”

I say, “Free? Why?”

The wise guy leans in closer like he’s sharing his locker combination, and says, “Cause…

Easter’s…

OV-ER.”

Joke’s on him.

I just smiled and said,

“Not at our place, Skippy.”

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Week 5 Food Storage Prompt:

4 cans tomato soup, 1 10 lb powdered milk

True Confession

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Alright, alright, it’s time. You see, I have a secret. A deep dark one. I’ve been having a love affair, and it’s high time I let the cat out of the, um, bag, so to speak. Or actually, the Warcraft character out of the armory. Here’s the thing: I’m a gamer. Some people would even call me “hard core” but that just sounds dirty, so let’s skip it. So, I confess. Even though I rag on my cute bald boy about playing WoW, and try to sabotage his questing by turning his epic flying mount the wrong direction when he’s not looking, I’m secretly just trying to get more achievement points than him. But, since I’ve only been playing in the middle of the night (ever wonder why my posts here show up at midnight? It’s my excuse to stay up the rest of the night doing dungeons and raids!) I’ve had to resort to sabotage in order to beat him.

I’m excited though, because now that the word is out, I expect the rest of you closet gamers to invite me to your guilds, so I can choose the best one. These PUGs are getting old.

Love,
Launi

P.S. My WoW character is a level 80 (!!!) Paladin. For those of you who haven’t joined the cult played WoW, you should know that level 80 is the highest level in the game. It takes a lot of work and dedication to get a character this high. Not to mention that I have some dang fine gear. Oh, and Paladins? They’re basically sturdy mountain women with plate metal armor and holy magic. So pretty much I can kill anything with a sword or my righteous magic, and it can’t even touch me. I figure that pretty much reflects me in real life.

PS–APRIL FOOLS!!

This whole post is a big, fat fib!! I don’t know how to play this game and APRIL wrote this post. Sheesh.

Ironic Wisdom…of sorts


My son in law–Jacob, sent this to me the other day. Pretty dang funny, and sad at the same time. You’ll see what i mean.

It’s called “You Can’t Fix Stupid.”

Please forgive me…

What goes around comes around!
Did we elect these people??

Civil War planes?

Let me know how that works out.

I’m saying GREAT paint job.
‘We had no idea anyone was buried there.’

I didn’t know we could choose.

This one says it all.
 

Please, anyone, if you’ve seen this man…
What are the odds?
I would have guessed 20.

Okay…that’s just mean!

 

 

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P.S.–Happy Birthday Lynnette!