Posts Tagged ‘snack’
So maybe I’ve been watching too much of The Wire and Law and Order lately, but let’s take a look at the evidence, shall we?
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
Looking at the evidence, we can deduct that Shannon may:
1.) Be stealing trash again to take pretty creepy pictures
2.) Be purchasing her lunch at the dollar store
3.) Be obsessed with the combination of string cheese and pretzels
4a.) Be so consumed by her hot love affair with pretzels and sting cheese, that she inhales them all before taking a photo
4b.) That upon realizing her mistake, she pulls the evidence from the trash in an attempt to create a witty lame post
5.) Be losing friends at work, as they cast judgement upon her taking photos of trash
6.) Be wishing she splurged and spent an extra two bucks to double her quantity of snackage
7.) Have stolen pieces from the trash in attempts to take sustainability to a whole new level and create urban artwork
8.) Be still hungry…
So which is it? I’ll give you a hint. About half of them are true.
Put your detective skills to work!
If you follow me on twitter, you know that I recently went a lil nutty over a special vitalicious promotion. Sorry loves, it’s over now — I tried tellin’ ya about it — that’s why you gotta get on twitter!
If you know me (and I think we’re all close by now, right?) you know I have a slight obsession with chocolate and peanut butter.
You can imagine, then, my delight when I opened my box of vitalicious goodness and spotted this bad boy.
just. look. at. that.
WHY OH WHY don’t they sell this variety at my grocery store?! Not cool, Vitalicious, not cool. Tempting me with your sweet, peanut buttery sweets and then telling me I’ll always have to order online…I see my paycheck disappearing one peanut butter vitatop at a time…
Oranges. Much like apples, they can go two ways. Utterly revolting or juicy bites of bliss.
Anyone who has had a bad orange knows what I’m talking about. Dry, crumbly and taking much too long to chew (at least before I spit it out), they can ruin anyone’s day 5 minutes. Especially since they take so much work to peel correctly! I mean, who wants to work to unwrap something only to find out it’s another one of Aunt Laurie’s Christmas Sweaters? Or in this case, an icky orange.
Luckily, the orange gods smiled upon me at lunch today and granted me roughly 12 slices of bliss.
While the aroma is currently sweet and fragrant, those who have thrown oranges away at their desk before know that it’s a slippery slope and I’ll soon be swimming in rotting orange peel fumes.
Thus, I’m off to deposit the remnants in my employee lounge — conspicuously, of course — no one wants to be pegged “rotting orange peel girl.”
