Longing for Combustible Comestibles...

Ah, just reading this story in the Onion today made me hungry. But not just any kind of hungry. No, I wanted that special comfort found in a tasty pork tenderloin sandwich and cheddar fries from my favorite Midwestern purveyor of fine fast food. It's a long drive for lunch from Nuevo Mexico, but a girl can dream. And if I couldn't get the salty pork and cheesy taters combo to warm my heart, the special of the day at another local hotspot always holds promise. Take, for example, this fine offering:



You might be thinking that shrimp and marshmallow don't mix well. Ha! They don't call it Culver's Frozen Custard ButterBurgers for nothing.

So...Where Was I?

I'm really bad at blogging, there's no doubt about it. Nothing of interest to say, no cleverness to speak of, certainly not lately, if ever. But since my much younger and handsomer twin, LuLu, has become so mind-bloggingly famous, and has a link to this vacuous waste of bandwidth, I occasionally feel a twinge of shame for having nothing to offer visitors directed here from there. Just sayin'.

So here's a little something. As a buxom counterpart to the "LuLu", I recommend these. Your Mom adores a daring unzipper.