Melissa had a interview for a part time job at H&R Block today. Tax season is approaching and they’re looking for seasonal help. I think playing video games and cartooning is a good time. She gets her kicks figuring out someone deductions. To each their own I guess. Besides the extra money will help. I was thinking about taking up a hobby such as stamp collection or heroine.
She was preparing the outfit she was planning to wear to the interview last night while I was preparing dinner. After she picked out her cloths she asked my opinion and in true Eric fashion I gave it to her.
I told her she looked like one of my all time favorite candies. Which is of course one of the greatest complements one can get in my book. She reminded me of Brach’s Neapolitan Coconut Sundae. Those little chewy three flavor blocks of heaven were the first thing I’d reach for when Grandma would ask if I wanted a candy. Strawberry, Chocolate and Coconut. Doesn’t get any better than that.
MMMMMMMmmmmmmmm Candy
MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmelissa
She ended up getting the job so she’ll be working a few nights a week after her full time job. Which means I’m on my own a few evenings……Which means fight club! I’d tell you more but I’m not supposed to talk about fight club, sorry. Also, for the past 24 hours now I haven’t been able to stop thinking about those candies. That’s why I’m thinking about trying heroine. Anything to get my mind off Brach’s Neapolitan Coconut Sundae candy
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January 8, 2009 at 2:30 am
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January 8, 2009 at 5:19 pm
Omg she does look just like the candy…John and I got a kick out of that!
January 8, 2009 at 10:40 pm
If there’s one thing I can tell about a person after meeting them it’s what candy the most likely resemble. Paula, you’d be Bit-o-honey because sometimes you can be sweet, but other times you’re a pain in my ass and I get the same feeling like when bit-o-honey sticks to the roof of my mouth/teeth.
John would be a Sour patch kid. Somtmes he’s a jerk and calls me fat in applebees, but then he’s nice and fixes my broken car after. Sour and sweet
John Eric would be any type of candy that makes me fart