We were like ants headed to a picnic, me and Jim, my daughter Jenny and her husband Thomas and the two grandkids. I swear it’s in our DNA. We’re programmed to march right over to the nearest blanket/sugar shack and scurry away with all things sweet. Get in my way and I’ll bite your head off, at the very least do damage to a toe or finger!
Sorry, that was my low blood sugar talking.
the tip of the sweet iceberg (all 32 flavors).
They had me at the door on the corner of Butler and Mason Streets. The entire downtown
It was all calling out to me, a cacophony of delectable delights shouting, try me, you know you love chocolate;
Yes, a life of crime never pays, but that hasn’t seemed to stop the politicians from robbing us blind when it comes to our tax dollars (or senate seats). Oops, sorry, that just came out of left field as I dug into my pockets to put my money where my mouth is. Besides, this was Michigan, not Illinois. But I digress.
It was sweet success at last; another beautiful ending to another perfect summer day.