my mom is visiting for a few days. she is usually seen working on jon's christmas stocking. (needlepointing, and yes i may be adopted because i don't see how she finds that fun, and she doesn't see how siting on a tiny bike saddle is fun)
on my ride today i came across this sign right by our house. how did a bear get all the way over to our side of town?
anne gave jon and i a costco size bag of turtle chex mix on her mission to get us real fat. here is what we have observed:
they put way too many pretzles in the mix.
the pretzles don't have chocolate, so we don't eat them.
2 comments:
That stuff is real good!
why is it called turtle?
i may have to buy some...
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