Whenever I see other bloggers, we tend to exchange gifts. Usually people give me Pop-Tarts, and I give…booze.
And I don’t do the classy thing and give a nice bottle of wine, I give flavored liquor…in tiny bottles…to carry in your purse and whip out in an emergency.
Why? Because you never know when you’ll need a shot of vodka…to sterilize a zombie bite. Obviously.
Are you following my logic here? Probably not. Just know that on this blog, everything comes down to 3 5 things:
- Zombies
- Pop-Tarts
- Dessert
- Key Lime Pie Martinis
- Gifts for Me
Anyways…last weekend was all about Pop-Tarts and Gifts for Me.
Misty made me homemade Fig and Bacon Pop-Tarts.
I was so impressed with the homemadeness I blocked out the bacon part. You see…
Confession #1: I don’t really like bacon.
GASP! There are only 2 exceptions.
- The first is the bacon that’s crumbled up on salads that’s covered in so much brown-sugary-maple goodness that all you taste is sugar.
- The second is this:
 Hesitant Bite #1 |
 Need-a-Bigger-Mouth Bite #2 |
That’s right, Misty. Your Pop-Tart was yummy. I mean that in a undirty, uncreepy way.
But wait…that’s not all. I got even more Pop-Tarts! Some from Misty and more from The Hipster. (Note: I did not give The Hipster booze. I gave her cookies.)
The Hipster and I also had the 3 Cs this weekend: crab, chocolate, and ice cream. Life is good.
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta Pop-Tartsta.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Honestly, if you’re being attacked by a shark, you’re pretty screwed no matter how many heads it has. (Except zero. If a zero headed shark attacks you, you’ll probably be OK.)”—The Cutter Rambles
