Cadbury Mini Eggs
Today felt like a long day, and I'm going to go out on a limb and say it was mainly due to lack of sleep. Today's one of my best friend's birthdays, so last night before karaoke I assisted in devising her surprise party. My job entailed going to Party City for a Spider-Man tablecloth and matching balloons, handing them over the friend setting everything up, and waiting for the birthday girl to say she was ready to go out. Usually she's the one driving my drunk ass around because she works crazy hours behind the wheel of an ambulance as an EMT and can't drink 12 hours before shifts. That means usually I'm getting shitfaced for two. I'm good like that.
But despite the fact I left the party at an almost reasonable hour, I seem to have managed to stay up til 1am sending drunken emails and messages out to over a dozen people. Today I say God bless coffee. And God bless the Spring Celebration Ice Cream Social my company was hosting today. To be honest, I was expecting to head into the conference room and find a couple containers of Rocky Road tossed over some barrels of ice. Oh how wrong I was. They actually hired out caterers to serve us ice cream. There were literally buckets filled with toppings and industrial sized cans of whipped cream.
I'm really glad Spring is finally here. The other day I stopped by the fancy garden and gift shop on the way home to get a hyacinth plant for my mother. It was booming with all kinda of flora, seeds, and weird little garden accessories like gnomes and wooden signs. Frankly, it creeped me out a little bit. But the woman side of me knew that if I had a boyfriend, I would totally be pretending like I was fascinated by everything, stay there for no less than 30 minutes and spend over $50. It's really a big conspiracy we girls run. We know guys don't like going to places like Michael's craft store. Frankly, most of the time we don't even want our men to go with us. Yet we drag them there for no other reason than the satisfaction of knowing we can make them feel totally uncomfortable in public just because we have boobies, and we have that kind of power. Rest assured, when we're done, we'll be dialing up our girlfriends to brag for a "well done."
Another good thing about Spring being here? Nearly time for Easter. And what better way to celebrate than with a delicious bag of Cadbury mini eggs.
(click to download a happy time Cadbury mini egg commercial)
If they Cadbury Bunny lays Creme Eggs, I'm not entirely sure I want to know where the mini eggs are coming from, delicious as they may be. The sugar shell on them is unlike any other candy you can buy during the off-season when the chirping bunnies are being slaughtered and thrown in stews or de-limbed for lucky keychains. I had a lucky rabbit's foot on my backpack in middle school. I dare say, my middle school years were far from lucky. I'd of been better off keeping the whole rabbit and having it shit out Cadbury mini eggs for me.
But despite the fact I left the party at an almost reasonable hour, I seem to have managed to stay up til 1am sending drunken emails and messages out to over a dozen people. Today I say God bless coffee. And God bless the Spring Celebration Ice Cream Social my company was hosting today. To be honest, I was expecting to head into the conference room and find a couple containers of Rocky Road tossed over some barrels of ice. Oh how wrong I was. They actually hired out caterers to serve us ice cream. There were literally buckets filled with toppings and industrial sized cans of whipped cream.
I'm really glad Spring is finally here. The other day I stopped by the fancy garden and gift shop on the way home to get a hyacinth plant for my mother. It was booming with all kinda of flora, seeds, and weird little garden accessories like gnomes and wooden signs. Frankly, it creeped me out a little bit. But the woman side of me knew that if I had a boyfriend, I would totally be pretending like I was fascinated by everything, stay there for no less than 30 minutes and spend over $50. It's really a big conspiracy we girls run. We know guys don't like going to places like Michael's craft store. Frankly, most of the time we don't even want our men to go with us. Yet we drag them there for no other reason than the satisfaction of knowing we can make them feel totally uncomfortable in public just because we have boobies, and we have that kind of power. Rest assured, when we're done, we'll be dialing up our girlfriends to brag for a "well done."
Another good thing about Spring being here? Nearly time for Easter. And what better way to celebrate than with a delicious bag of Cadbury mini eggs.
(click to download a happy time Cadbury mini egg commercial)
If they Cadbury Bunny lays Creme Eggs, I'm not entirely sure I want to know where the mini eggs are coming from, delicious as they may be. The sugar shell on them is unlike any other candy you can buy during the off-season when the chirping bunnies are being slaughtered and thrown in stews or de-limbed for lucky keychains. I had a lucky rabbit's foot on my backpack in middle school. I dare say, my middle school years were far from lucky. I'd of been better off keeping the whole rabbit and having it shit out Cadbury mini eggs for me.
Yay ice cream! Your bosses rock! Baby bunnies rule all!
Reply to this
How come I have never had an ice cream thingie at work? I could go on a disgruntled rant here but I won't. I do find it amusing that my SD roommate has an ice cream catering event like you had each year at his office. He's one of the youngest people in his office and he's pushing 30. The strangeness of old aerospace/computer software programmers... Now I want Wilcoxson's ice cream but I have to be in Montana to get it. I had a Chinese girl I worked with last summer that worked ice cream and she would invite me up to get some like once a week... goooooood goood stuff... but oh so heavy and creamy... I've been wanting it since I got back to CA but it's impossible to get here... though I can buy a Moose Drool lager in Santa Cruz go figure.
Reply to this