I was supposed to cut down a tree yesterday. Can you believe that? Like I can do that. I don't have an axe, a flannel shirt, or boots. And there is not tree I could cut that would not end up with me in jail for destruction of public property.
Since I am a fat ass I turned this into an exercise in food. Below is one of my seasonal favorites, Little Debbie Christmas Tree Cakes. They come in vanilla and chocolate and are freaking awesome. Notice they are trees? Good, otherwise I would have to disown you as readers. 
I might not be able to swing an awe but if you hand me a box of these I will be your Paul Bunyan. I don't have a blue ox but I have a Babe named Diana. When I threw a tree on her lap I think she got more pleasure than I usually give her. We both ended up eating two of these, one chocolate and one vanilla a piece, before the night was over.
I was mad at myself for not yelling "Tiiimmmmbbbeeeerrrr!!!!" after eating each one though.
That is all,
Newt
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
TBWCYL Day 349 - Timber
Posted by Trinity at 8:16 AM
Labels: Life Changing Adventures
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7 Ripples in the pond:
Hahaha, "Tiiiiimmbeeeeeeeeeeeeer!"
I like Little Debbie Cakes, but there are never enough!
I can't imagine there every being enough. I use to live on Oatmeal Cream Pies in high school.
Nothing could bring me more pleasure than your "shwing!" But a Little Debbie sure is close!
God, I love those tree cupcakes. Sooo good. Yet so baaad. Just the way you like them.
I have absolutely no idea why I said just the way you like them. I was supposed to reference myself. Oh well. I read that comment now and because it says you instead of me, it sounds way dirtier.
Ha. My wife said "Shwing".
Lola - I got your meaning.
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