OP
OP
Tangerini
No longer a newbie, moving up!
- Joined
- Jan 31, 2007
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- In my house :)
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Time for a sadly neglected update...*
Dear LP,
I begrudgingly write you at the fruit lady's pestering.
Recently I suffered through one of the worst invented pastimes,
the road trip. We unlike other luckier road trip participants,
drove through the flatness that is Kansas.
Luckily I stole the fruit lady's coffee, it made at least 10 of the first 220 miles bearable.
At our destination (middle of nowhere Kansas), I spotted a most
welcome oasis; Starbucks!
After cleverly nabbing one of the fruit lady's Starbucks cards, I
ordered myself a grande, triple shot, mocha, almond, vanilla coffee
(with honey). Then I prayed I could survive the drive back to my
prison.
I know what you're thinking... 'more coffee?' My answer is: absolutely!
Kansas requires even more caffeine than I was able to get my furry
little paws on. Next time (if I'm unlucky enough for there to be a next
time), I shall require my coffee intravenously.
The fruit lady insisted not only that I pose for this next ridiculous photo,
but that I also add it to my message to you.
She finds it funny.
Sometimes I hate my life.
At last, I found the perfect postcard for you. Let me just say, it's hard
enough stealing a postcard when you're small like I am (not to mention
my lack of opposable thumbs and my fuzzy paws), but I can't describe
howridiculous I felt with it rolled up under my shirt. Thank goodness the
fruit lady isn't very observant.
*I do not advocate theft, thievery, lying, or other general do-baddiness. (Remember, Declan is the evil twin.) I also have nothing against Kansas, its middle of nowhere places, or its general flatness.
Dear LP,
I begrudgingly write you at the fruit lady's pestering.
Recently I suffered through one of the worst invented pastimes,
the road trip. We unlike other luckier road trip participants,
drove through the flatness that is Kansas.
Luckily I stole the fruit lady's coffee, it made at least 10 of the first 220 miles bearable.
At our destination (middle of nowhere Kansas), I spotted a most
welcome oasis; Starbucks!
After cleverly nabbing one of the fruit lady's Starbucks cards, I
ordered myself a grande, triple shot, mocha, almond, vanilla coffee
(with honey). Then I prayed I could survive the drive back to my
prison.
I know what you're thinking... 'more coffee?' My answer is: absolutely!
Kansas requires even more caffeine than I was able to get my furry
little paws on. Next time (if I'm unlucky enough for there to be a next
time), I shall require my coffee intravenously.
The fruit lady insisted not only that I pose for this next ridiculous photo,
but that I also add it to my message to you.
She finds it funny.
Sometimes I hate my life.
At last, I found the perfect postcard for you. Let me just say, it's hard
enough stealing a postcard when you're small like I am (not to mention
my lack of opposable thumbs and my fuzzy paws), but I can't describe
howridiculous I felt with it rolled up under my shirt. Thank goodness the
fruit lady isn't very observant.
*I do not advocate theft, thievery, lying, or other general do-baddiness. (Remember, Declan is the evil twin.) I also have nothing against Kansas, its middle of nowhere places, or its general flatness.
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