Walking through the frozen section at the Harris Teeter I came across this colourful box with the word: Cheenies on the front.
The voice in my head: This has to be awesome. The box is cool, the name is cool, and it says that they love them in Brazil. I like Brazil. Never been to Brazil. But if I do go, I know I can eat Cheenies. Which is perfect because I think I need to go to Brazil. Yup it’s a need. I love sun and beaches and for all that is holy and full of sprinkles I think I LOVE Brazil. Need to go.
Really that’s all it takes to make up my mind. If I can turn something into a need that will fulfill some aspect of my future life, I do it. Our needs will always be met and that is why I know I need a chocolate pony that poops M&M’s. That is for another day.
On this day my need was for Cheenies – which the box says are cheese bite rolls.
Well, I can’t say that I have felt the need to have them since. Because I still don’t really know what they are. Don’t get me wrong, I just said they were cheese bite roles, but they’re not. The box may say they are but they aren’t. And now I am left questioning what the people of Brazil would consider cheese and rolls. Maybe this isn’t the match made in heaven that I thought it was. Oh no, does that mean that I maybe don’t need that pony?
Sorry, what am I thinking. I NEED that pony, especially since I’ve already named him Sparkles.
Okay, back to the point. I’m not a fan of Cheenies. I found them greasy, lacking in the cheese aspect and they smelt a little like burnt cream puffs.
And now that I think about it, I may in fact NEED a cotton candy elephant that poops cream puffs. I wouldn’t want sparkles to be lonely. I shall name him Dexter.
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Tendermorsefuls
June 14th, 2010 at 8:50 am
Dexter.
I like that.
caitlin
June 14th, 2010 at 9:12 am
I let Husband name the Elephant because he did such a good ob naming the pony. I will let him know you approve.
Karen K
June 15th, 2010 at 7:29 am
You make me laugh, I never wanted a pony but I did want a Duck once. My mother said “NO” :0(
Hmmm maybe boyfriend will let me have a duck, I will have to ask and I would call him puddles. (its raining right now)
caitlin
June 15th, 2010 at 1:57 pm
I absolutely LOVE it. A duck named Puddles would be epic. And you could get Puddles a little kiddie pool to swim around in and the neighbours would be jealous of your awesome pet. Please tell Boyfriend I totally approve and therefore you have permission to have a Puddles.
Karen K
June 22nd, 2010 at 12:33 pm
yeah he said I could have Puddles… Boo he reminded me that we own 3 dogs, 2 which are retrievers and one beagle cross that loves to chase birds off our deck. Would hate to put Puddles life in jeapardy so I guess its still no.
Thanks for your support though.
caitlin
June 22nd, 2010 at 1:23 pm
Hey I’m here for you!
I often get “yes you can” and “don’t forget” all at the same time. Or my personal favourite is “sure you can ______, if I can have a van and paint a Whale fighting a Unicorn on the side” That inevitably signals that I am not going to get what I want.
I think next time we should work together because clearly we have great ideas, we just need to work on our execution. I hold out hope for Puddles – maybe some day there will be a way.