Moving Day

So Splenda is off to college and Sugar spent the day alternatingly weeping and gnashing her teeth (love the gnashing!) while she checked out the supposedly "cleaned" room (s). Sufficed to say the 30 year gap in age, and the fiduciary responsibility of the mortgage, gives Sugar an unparalleled advantage in judging tidiness.



Oh Splenda!

Sugar's judgements of relative cleanliness aside -

WHERE THE HELL DID ALL THE BEAUTY PRODUCTS COME FROM?????

No wonder you are beautiful. Five gallons of soaps and bath gels, eight gallons of conditioner, two gallons of shampoo, and a plethora of nail shit. When parents of old used to catch their children smoking the favorite cure was to sit them down and make them smoke a whole pack. Which weeded out the un-serious and catapulted the true addicts to a new smoking dimension (hello all of Sugar's relatives).

In that great spirit of the crazed 60's -

Splenda will be spending her winter break bathing.