2002-11-01 - 12:59 p.m.
My best buddy at work (let's call him Vito) admitted something to me today. He's been on a huge sugar kick lately and last night he was hitting the Halloween candy hard. And, people, he was not just hitting it hard. He was spreading peanut butter on his stash. It gets worse. I was actually with him for that part. I've put peanut butter on a chocolate bar before, but it turns out he was spreading it on snickers and kitkat AND also putting HONEY on them. Bleh. He lost me there. Vito, I says to him, that's Not okay. Next thing you'll be eating from the mayonnaise jar. And, I mean it....snickers do NOT need honey.
This weekend is the party for Baby Lou. She is no longer zero. On Wednesday, she turned one. There will be a total of six kids. And, of course, a slew of parents. Chaos. I'm so excited. I've got a recipe for "vampire punch." A purple hand ice cube (grape drink frozen in a latex glove) will float in it, and gummy worms will be crawling over the edge of the punch bowl. I love it.
Survivor? Damn them crackheads. They voted off my girl, Shii Ann. Although, I have to admit, she probably deserved it....the little backstabber. Ken and Jake are now officially my guys.
