Hey All!
Wapatula. (Pron: WAP-A-TULLE-AH)
See how it has the word "tulle" in it? Hmm? That's so's Southern Sorority sisters wouldn't feel like they were tacky, common, drunken skunks; but rather refined ladies, that just happen to drink out of trash cans before they puke on the front porches of grande antebellum estates. Okay, grande faux antebellum estates, but you know what I mean.
I agree. CRT should serve champagne. And maybe a little wapatula for the kiddies.
Great idea. Might make all of Fantasyland more doable. Or less doable, depending.
OH! EVERYONE! (and by "everyone" I mean any one that hasn't posted but may be lurking and silently disapproving--I know you are out there) CALM! DOWN! I am not condoning alcohol use for minors!
desieab, I may just do a trip report yet. Beware of what you wish for. I am still tripping that you and Paula Deen are close friends! Okay, I know you never said that you were close friends, and I know that technically you never ever said you were friends, but I decided that since it made me feel cool to know someone in cyber space that had their picture made with Paula Deen, I would be even more cool if I made up some stuff about how me and you are good friends, and Paula Deen came over to make wapatula and personally put the toothpicks in those little weinie hors d'oevres at Heather's party. So. What do you think? Have I succesfully made the leap to cyber-fantasyville?
Heather. I thought everyone your age (you mere child, you!) was named Jennifer. Were there a lot of Jennifers in your classes? And also, did you want me to bring metal or plastic? Both have their merits. Metal keeps the punch cooler, but sometimes leaves an aftertaste. Plastic is lighter weight, so when the police arrive (and make no mistake--the police will arrive) and the punch needs to be dumped out in the upstairs bathtub, the handles are not as likely to cut into one's hands. I am thinking of emailing Martha that tip, BTW.
Well, think about it and get back to me.
I am making caramel apple bars today. Anybody want some? AND, Moms, get this: I am making the bars as part of a package of sugar laden delights I am sending to my daughter for Halloween--that means my grandson!! Bah ha ha! I am soooo evil! Come here my little pretty, and let Grandma give you a cookie! And you know the drill...DON'T TELL.
Actually, I am something of a health freak. Booze notwithstanding. But really it's a form of therapy, you see. Anywho, when I was at the market yesterday I had a heck of a time finding the stuff in those white flour white sugar chocolate chipped unhealthy "inner aisles".
I was a little
about it, but I'm okay now.
Everyone that is jealous Heather is leaving so soon, raise your hands!
Wapatula. (Pron: WAP-A-TULLE-AH)
See how it has the word "tulle" in it? Hmm? That's so's Southern Sorority sisters wouldn't feel like they were tacky, common, drunken skunks; but rather refined ladies, that just happen to drink out of trash cans before they puke on the front porches of grande antebellum estates. Okay, grande faux antebellum estates, but you know what I mean.
I agree. CRT should serve champagne. And maybe a little wapatula for the kiddies.

OH! EVERYONE! (and by "everyone" I mean any one that hasn't posted but may be lurking and silently disapproving--I know you are out there) CALM! DOWN! I am not condoning alcohol use for minors!
desieab, I may just do a trip report yet. Beware of what you wish for. I am still tripping that you and Paula Deen are close friends! Okay, I know you never said that you were close friends, and I know that technically you never ever said you were friends, but I decided that since it made me feel cool to know someone in cyber space that had their picture made with Paula Deen, I would be even more cool if I made up some stuff about how me and you are good friends, and Paula Deen came over to make wapatula and personally put the toothpicks in those little weinie hors d'oevres at Heather's party. So. What do you think? Have I succesfully made the leap to cyber-fantasyville?
Heather. I thought everyone your age (you mere child, you!) was named Jennifer. Were there a lot of Jennifers in your classes? And also, did you want me to bring metal or plastic? Both have their merits. Metal keeps the punch cooler, but sometimes leaves an aftertaste. Plastic is lighter weight, so when the police arrive (and make no mistake--the police will arrive) and the punch needs to be dumped out in the upstairs bathtub, the handles are not as likely to cut into one's hands. I am thinking of emailing Martha that tip, BTW.
Well, think about it and get back to me.
I am making caramel apple bars today. Anybody want some? AND, Moms, get this: I am making the bars as part of a package of sugar laden delights I am sending to my daughter for Halloween--that means my grandson!! Bah ha ha! I am soooo evil! Come here my little pretty, and let Grandma give you a cookie! And you know the drill...DON'T TELL.
Actually, I am something of a health freak. Booze notwithstanding. But really it's a form of therapy, you see. Anywho, when I was at the market yesterday I had a heck of a time finding the stuff in those white flour white sugar chocolate chipped unhealthy "inner aisles".
I was a little

Everyone that is jealous Heather is leaving so soon, raise your hands!
