I was all set to write a crabby post tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve done that, and what with my psychiatrist attempting a reduction in my Zoloft, this seemed like a good time.
Then @BackpackingDad mentioned a land of sweets, and joy, and joyness, and I spent the next 30 minutes watching Charlie the Unicorn.
Go ahead. Try to shank someone after watching that. You can’t do it. You can steal their freakin’ kidney, but you’ll laugh the whole time.
Speaking of sweets, have you ever found yourself standing at the kitchen counter with a box of waffle cones and a carton of ice cream with no idea as to how to join the two? Have no fear, my ice cream-loving friend! The elves over at Keebler have your back:
Lest you ruin your eyesight trying to make out the print in that photograph so you too can create these mouth-watering confections, I took some close-ups. You’re welcome.
Life lessons learned today:
- It’s impossible to be crabby while watching a unicorn with a Jersey accent.
- Elves are condescending bastards.