Did I mention that I found these in my very own grocery store the other night? Was this an anomaly or has my snack chip of choice returned to Houston?
If the latter, it will rekindle my hope that Coke will make C2 again. Then I’ll find my lost wooden push puppet lion and my friend Bobby. And maybe even that other thing I misplaced most recently which still hasn’t turned up.
My entire yard will have grass again! If Lynne finds all that lime slice stuff at Hobby Lobby, she’ll give it to Laura instead of me! Insomnia will be a thing of the past! Justin Bieber will stop being a trending topic on Twitter!
I jumped the shark on that last one, didn’t I?
In bittersweet news, Tom found the Immortal Rat dead in the attic last night. I guess he was mortal after all. I’m sorry he had to die, but he had plenty of chances to vacate. Just an FYI to those of you who feed “birds” in Houston: Rats steal their food and stockpile it in people’s attics.
haha Yay! This is like me meeting up with Boba Fett for drinks at the top of the Eiffel Tower on a summer evening. : )
No, I have to say, I think your adventure would trump mine in that case. Now maybe if a few hot vampires brought me BBQ Fritos and a really good book, we’d be even again.
Ah, the end of an era–no more care packages from New Orleans.
It’s sad that Krystals don’t travel as well in the trunk.
Poor Scarface. He was a tough guy, but we won’t miss his creepiness.
Tenacious to the end–and I’m SO hoping he was the last of his family. Otherwise, as Debbi said on Twitter, they’ll be out to avenge his death (and Trapper’s, too). But they’ll only go after Tom; nobody else was ever brave enough to confront Scarface in the attic. In fact, I think Phone Guy went up there waving a white flag and promising cheese trays or something. Possibly Scarface died of a broken heart when Deli Man never delivered.
I wish Coca-Cola would bring back C2.
Right? Why’d they create such a good product only to take it away from us?
I did not know that BBQ Fritos were also your chip of choice.
Good to know….
*grins*
They became even more desirable when they stopped being sold in Houston a few years ago. From then on, wonderful people from all over the country have sent Tim and me BBQ Fritos.
I can’t wait to see if our store keeps selling them.
My sisters-in-law feed squirrels (and raised one from infancy that they found abandoned.) They also live next door to my sister-in-law’s parents (not my mother- and father-in-law, the other sister-in-law’s parents). When said parents tried to turn their car over one spring, they learned that squirrels – like rats – like to hide nuts in easy to store places. Like an engine, tubes in the engine, vents in the engine, and any other opening in the engine.
My sister-in-law did, however, offer to pay for the repairs.
I had a friend in college whose family began feeding the cute little squirrels in their yard. Before long, the squirrels got belligerent if anyone came outside without food for them. Finally, they began to jump the children, so were relocated. I never had the nerve to ask if “relocated” was a euphemism.
I never had the nerve to ask if “relocated” was a euphemism.
I’ve come to realize, you never really want to know what someone literally means by this. Trust me.
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They’re living on a farm! Where they can run free!
Yes!!
How did you know??
I was always so heartbroken when they (whoever they are) would not let me go see my relocated pet. The unfairness of it all!
I haven’t the faintest idea who Justin Bieber is. No, that’s okay, I don’t need to be enlightened. On the other hand, mmmmm, BBQ Fritos…..
Ha ha ha! On Twitter, I call him the Singing Embryo so I don’t contribute to keeping him a trending topic by saying his name. Though I remember what it was like to be a ‘tween with a crush on a boy singer, so I really have NO right to be bratty about him.
Fortunately, you can get BBQ Fritos in AL–friends have shipped them to me from there! It’s hard being a junkie.