I miss Christmas. I called Banfield today to ask a question, and very nearly started crying when I heard the Christmas music playing while I was on hold. I miss seeing the decorations, experiencing the good moods, and hearing the music. It makes me pathetically sad and depressed to miss it. But I've come to terms with not having that this year. May I share with you what I have not come to terms with? I do not understand why Hickory Farms doesn't sell their "tangy bacon cheese spread" individually. I don't even like bacon, as most of you know. I only want this cheese spread because of its sentimental value. It tasted good before, and it makes me think of Christmas - therefore, it would make me happy now. However, after doing a semi-thorough job of scouring the internet, I've found no places where I can get JUST the tangy bacon cheese spread, and it comes in two gift baskets I could maybe convince myself that they were worth purchasing - but not really, because I'd end up paying $30 (US dollars) just to get two ounces of the tangy bacon cheese spread. It would be entirely anti-climactic and not the smartest financial move ever. Ah well...just one more thing...
I'm in a bad spot today. I'm hormonal, home-sick, holiday-sick, lonely a bit, and overwhelmed from school, University, and TASP stuff. I should elaborate more but I'm so cold I'm shivering. I'm going to bed. I promise to write more later.
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LOL...the tangy bacon thing reminds me of the time we went to the Kettle in the middle of the night (when else, right?) and the whole "delicious white gravy" thing started. HA! Stick and adjective in front of a food and it's instantly 10-15% funnier! Hmm...funnier? More funny? Whatever. Love you!!
-Jenni
Hey!
Very funny entry. I imagine you saying, "I shake my fist..." with the same accent as the soup nazi from Seinfeld saying "no soup for you!" Haha. I was thinking about you today...I heard Harry Connick Jr. Christmas music while shopping. (Imagine the ponytailswingingcrazystuff. And laugh.)
Well, Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah. Miss u.
~Priscilla
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At the kettle the grave was actually "creamy white gravy," which is far more disgusting than...well than anything else you could call gravy.
Priscilla - I listened to Harry Connick Jr.'s christmas CD just yesterday and thought of you! That day in July (is that right?) is one I'll never forget!
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