Party over here!

As of today, I have four more working days until I will be off for the Christmas break. Two whole weeks off with a hubby who loves football, two ranting teenagers and a partridge that's stuck in a pear tree. Ok ok on to what I actually came here for. Today was our annual Christmas party at work. It was very nice and enjoyable. Everyone had their sign up sheets as to what everyone would bring and the list looked great before the party even happened, that is.....until I went on down the list and saw that someone was bringing puppy chow.

I declare I did not misspell it. Puppy chow. Now I know how my mind works. It does its own thing and I even ask myself why would my mind think some of the things that it does. I just can't fathom myself eating no puppy chow. It's not what it's made of, it's just the name itself. I know it's like some chex mix with powdered sugar and chocolate and what not, but to have a name of puppy chow just threw me in a loop. I just couldn't do it. So when the party day came, people were just eating it like it was the last supper or something. Good for them, but I didn't touch it. I mean how would you feel if I invited you over for dinner and I tell you that the menu consisted of meow mix, puppy chow, cow dung....heck, you probably wouldn't eat it either. You'd be running to the closest Burger King trying to get one of those one dollar double cheeseburgers, maybe even two.

Lovingly yours,