Home alone

Nancy left me home alone, bwahahaha!  After I put the house up for sale, stole all the sale proceeds, and pawned the electronics, I sat down to relax and eat a Nestle Toll House Mint Brownie Bar ice cream sandwich.  I wanted to put a link to these so you could see a photo, but it’s almost as if they don’t exist—there was no mention of them on the Nestle site, and the only Google reference I found was in someone else’s blog.  Perhaps Vegas is a test market?  If so, here’s my report.  This product is what Nestle refers to as a “puck”—it’s an ice cream sandwich enrobed in chocolate.  The actual structure is a thin layer of brownie on the bottom, then about an inch of green mint ice cream, and it’s all dipped in a milk chocolate shell.  It’s very tasty, but even I, a bottomless-pit of chocolate love, found it a bit too big.  I would have been happy with a snack about two-thirds of the size (and two-thirds of the calories).  I also thought it was both a bit too sweet and a bit too salty—I would have been happier with two brownie/cookie pieces and no chocolate shell, and I would have cut back on the saltiness of the brownie.  I did enjoy it, but I don’t know if I’d buy them again.  I’ve become such a fan of dark chocolate that I’m not enjoying milk chocolate much at all lately, which is probably why I really, really loved the new, limited edition dark chocolate Twix.  It was stupendous.  I also loved dark chocolate Kit Kat, and dark chocolate Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, but when they say “limited edition” they apparently mean it.  I can’t find the latter two bars anywhere lately.  Oh, I know what else was good—triple chocolate Almond Joy!  I’m anxious to try the new dark chocolate peanut M&Ms which are coming out this year, and hope that one day there’ll be a lot more dark chocolate choices on the grocery store shelves.  Some people think dark chocolate is “pretentious”, but I’ve always preferred it, even when I was younger.  I’m not interested in dark chocolate for health reasons… if I was concerned about my health, I’d put down the candy and pick up a carrot.

All our home repairs are finished!  Yay!  The stucco painter arrived today, oh, about three hours late, but he compensated by being very polite and by essentially repainting almost an entire side of our house so that the small, repaired patch wouldn’t stand out too much.  He also left me about 4 gallons of leftover paint, so I’ll be able to do some touch-ups myself.  The painter’s name was Evangelino and he was a nice, average-looking man, but he had the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.  They were a very pale blue-green, and so surprising with his olive skin and brown hair.  He could have some really gorgeous kids—those genetics should be passed along.  I also got the paint for the garage interior, so I’ll paint that myself.  The customer service guy dropped the paint off and needed some paperwork signed, and when he left he said, “See you later”.  “No way,” I yelled back, “I don’t ever want to see you again!” He laughed as if I was joking or something.

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 04/06 at 06:53 PM

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  1. Hrumph, that’s the last time I leave you alone here.  Is it okay if I move out *after* a good night’s sleep?  I’m really tired tonight.

    Posted by Flippy  on  04/06  at  09:23 PM

  2. I’m not sure where to tell you about this, so I’ll just put it here.  The other day Lori and I were on the EL platform waiting for a train and we thought of you.  We watched an amazing display of pidgeon affection.  There was a male with only one foot and a female.  Suddenly they began french kissing, then, without warning, he hopped on her and we got to witness pidgeon sex.  Right there, on the EL platform, in front of everyone.  Then, he flew to the other side of the tracks and began making the moves on his next victim.

    Have they no shame?
    Kate

    Posted by Kate  on  04/07  at  08:05 AM

  3. It’s true, they have NO shame.  When we lived in San Francisco, in one bedroom, with Julius & Ethel, the evil conures - they would start humping every single time I talked to my mom on the phone.  It was freaky.  It was also disgustingly much like people sex...THREE feet from me!

    Posted by Flippy  on  04/07  at  06:39 PM
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