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The Indefinite Article.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

The only way ...

The only way to make these cookies better is to stuff me in a freezer before i eat them all.


  • The girl scouts at the grocery store the other day didn't have any Samoas. Now I know where they all went--Killy's mouth!

    By Blogger Adolph, at 9:55 AM  

  • Simoas bring me to a bygone era when I used to live with the Rev. I said in passing how much I hated simoas and their waxy coconut flavor. In her usual witty behavior she put a simoa in the folds of my trifold wallet that was sitting innocently on the kitchen table thinking I would find it and be irked. I did find it later, but not until I had slipped it into my back pocket, driven to Austin, went on a date, and pulled said wallet out of pocket to pay for dinner. When I "FOUND" the simoa, my date didnt quite know what to say. I had to explain "Meagan".
    Much to my surprise the cookie retained it's shape but was just a bit flatter.
    Before I told Meagan of her success I pressed it into the receiver end of her telephone (one of the old institutional ATT kind) which had the same circumfrence as the cookie.
    Long story short by the end of the hide and surprise stint of the somoa it would have been a challenge large enough for fear factor.

    By Blogger taggart, at 6:11 PM  

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