



Time to get back on the computer and visit my friends.
for me.
Here's wishing for a wonderful weekend for you and yours too!

Bright, early, and we are off on our regular Friday odyssey. Everything is going normally...breakfast, people dropped off where they belong, Dollar Tree, twizzlers. Yes, you heard me right; I said twizzlers. Every Friday morning while Will and I are in the Dollar Tree, he insists with loud wails that we must buy some Twizzlers.
Me? I'm not crazy about the Twizzlers. But Will has a voracious appetite for the plastic-like licorice whips, so I get them. My evil plan is to hand him a Twizzler if he gets out of hand in the buggy at the store. This quiets him down for a bit and all is well. After all...isn't Twizzlers' motto "makes mouths happy?" And, really, isn't that all that matters when you have an angry baby mouth screeching at you from a buggy in a store? Yeah...I thought so!
I am in the check out line and Will is in the seat of the buggy facing the people behind us. I am unloading our things when I hear the people snickering and laughing. Looking up, I see Mr. Will with a Twizzler sticking out of his nose.
Not only is he sticking the Twizzler up his nose, but he is taking a nibble off of it after that and sticking it back up into the nostril in question. EWWWWWW!!! A friend of mine told me that it brings all new meaning to "nose candy." I think he is right.
The people behind me are chuckling because it isn't their child. They look to be old enough to be grandparents, so they are laughing because they don't have to deal with this kind of craziness any longer. They can simply be amused with other peoples' nose monsters and be done with it.
Oh well....
Tomorrow Rich and I must attend a wedding. The happy couple just found out that they are expecting a baby, too...hehehe...soon they will have their very own Twizzler Nose Picking Entertainer as well. And I can chuckle!