Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Cross My Heart and Hope to Die, Stick a Staple Remover in my Eye...

I have an Office Luncheon today.  

I'm wearing three inch Coach Spiked Heels - overpriced as they may be - I'm still thinking I could jam one into my ear far enough to do some damage - thus rendering me unable to attend the "luncheon."

However, I'm not sure if that would get me out of answering the phone.

My sister spent the night with me last night - and she of delicate features, skinny arms and full of grace - snored like a drunk truck driver for the majority of the night.   Since she sleeps very little - I was comforted in the fact that I was a good sister.  However, when Phoebe climbed on my pillow, pulled my hair and purred so loud it rattled my eyeballs - I started to think that my kindness may be the death of me.  Or either one of them.

This morning, as I was applying eyeliner to the tiny slits where my bright, shining eyes used to be - I had a wonderous idea:  "Chick-n-minis!"  I rushed my sister through the process of getting ready and we flew, Warp Speed Nine up to the mall and skeetered through Chick-fil-a's drive thru.   All day today I feel the need to screech:  "CHICKNMINIS! CHICKNMINIS!" like some terrets sufferer obsessed with tiny nuggets covered in a sweet roll.  Yum... Drool...


I ate four and then took a picture and e-mailed it to my hubby - he who can actually stick to a diet regimine:  "I was thinking of you the WHOLE time."

I'm evil. I know.





dpoem said...

We don't have those around here...  Are they deep fried?  

therealslimemmy said...

omg those look so freaking good!

h0llyk911 said...

They are lightly fried bits of chickeny heaven wrapped in a honey coated sweet roll and then - devoured in two bites by a chick from WV with no self-control!