Wednesday, December 14, 2011

My name is Cyndi and I'm an addict.

Yup, it's true. I'm an addict. I'm addicted to Trader Joe's. Now that I live quite a few states away from a Trader Joe's establishment I tend to find myself crying in the middle of my local grocery store wondering where all the good food I became addicted to has gone. Whhhhhhy me?

So when Christmas season rolled around I found myself aching for some Candy Cane Joe Joe's. Lucky for me I have a pretty stellar friend who shipped me a few boxes! Now, here I sit watching the snow fall outside and dipping some Joe Joe's in milk while my cat keeps warm on my lap. Ahhhhh, the good life. But wait, I'm getting to the end of the box! What will I do? Lucky for me I have another stellar friend who turned me on to this blog!

Now I can spend the rest of the winter baking then failing then baking again then failing worse and finally begging friends to send more Joe Joe's. Yay!

Thursday, December 8, 2011

I have to admit, I'm pro fur in fashion so this ongoing trend excites me! I need this hat. NEED.

Interesting Indeed

Oh the thoughts that go on in my head. My husband is never able to comprehend. There is no telling what will pop up next, no never.

Some such thoughts are the following:

1. Why is there a thimble in monopoly? What does a thimble have to do with financial domination?

2. Why can't my cat be a real live man?

3. Why does Ashton Kutcher never seem to look different?... Isn't he like 50 now? AGE ALREADY!

4. Why can't holiday shake flavors be at fast food restaurants all year round?