- Ferrero Rocher - Hello, it's Valentine's Day and I'm throwing you a bone. But it doesn't have to be a holiday for these little bundles of deliciousness.
- Tere - The checker at our local grocery store - For being efficient and friendly, for the way I crack up inside when he says “hey, bro…it’s gone be thirty six bucks and eight little ones for your par-tay supplies” to the twenty-something fellas in front of me buying beer and chips, then says “good afternoon, ma’am…did you find everything you were looking for today?” and “can I get someone to help you out with your things?” right after them. But mostly for his being a good sport when my belly-never-quite-full-Clayton looked at him like he was a sucker in a Bugs Bunny cartoon and said, while honestly salivating, “I wike yo giant choc-wit head.” Maybe I love him for his juxtaposition to the ay-hole checker who asks "Who does your taxes?" (because he's trying to drum up business on the side - and it's that time of year again) and who, when I offer up my I.D. for alcohol purchases gets into a conspiracy theory monologue with himself about entrapment by the government and authorities.
|Luckily Clayton hasn't seen this,|
the not chocolate, but rather
The not-our-Governator visited
our little town to check out
the sculptor's work.
(Kyle Mills/Lewiston Tribune)
|Walker - Texas Ranger|
|Sit a spell, take a load off.|
- Headbanz - We bought this for one of the boys for Christmas and opened it on New Year's Eve. It has since brought about more laughs and questions about the actual combined Lee Family I.Q. than anything ever. Excerpt from our most recent round:
|What was I thinking? They totally go with my|
Old Navy winter jammies for an imaginary
GeoTrax train ride.