Really, there was no need to be snarky. But this was my own fault for reciting that poem while lighting candles then spinning around eight times.
Stupid sleepover parties.
“So I’ll just reverse it.” Sounded reasonable. “Spin in the other direction eight times and blow out the damn candles. Done.”
Jen snorted, Twinkie crumbs spewing into the air. She clamped her mouth shut so as not to lose any more precious chemical cake, chewed and swallowed.
“Hello? There is no undo button on this thing, Sara.” Jen grabbed another Twinkie. “You’re going to have to suck it up and deal.”
She ripped off the clear wrapper and stuffed her mouth again. I was mesmerized and disgusted, all at the same time. Who ate Twinkies like that?
“Deal with what?” This was ridiculous. I reached up to remove the thick choker from my neck. Only I couldn’t find the clasp. I swallowed hard, frantically searching the circumference of jewels and gold for a way out.
“Did you not pay one itty bit of attention to the words you were reciting?” Jen said. She was contemplating a Ding Dong now.
“Gee. I guess not. You want to enlighten me?” I snapped.
“Calm down.” She licked chocolate from her fingers. “Nothing much will happen since you’re not a virgin anymore.”
My hands flew from the necklace as an earsplitting clap of thunder shattered the air.
“Shit.” Jen dropped the Ding Dong. “Please tell me you weren’t kidding about losing it to Eric.” Her brown eyes were huge.
“Well...” My stomach was turning somersaults.
We both screamed when the bedroom door flew open and banged against the wall.
Love it, Deb!! The Twinkie saga is genius - so gross. I have a very vivid picture of Jen right now, and I find myself a little offended that she's dragging the rest of us J's down with her eating habits. She can't be denigrating our name like that.
"Enchanted? Like magic?"
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Really, there was no need to be snarky. But this was my own fault for reciting that poem while lighting candles then spinning around eight times.
Stupid sleepover parties.
“So I’ll just reverse it.” Sounded reasonable. “Spin in the other direction eight times and blow out the damn candles. Done.”
Jen snorted, Twinkie crumbs spewing into the air. She clamped her mouth shut so as not to lose any more precious chemical cake, chewed and swallowed.
“Hello? There is no undo button on this thing, Sara.” Jen grabbed another Twinkie. “You’re going to have to suck it up and deal.”
She ripped off the clear wrapper and stuffed her mouth again. I was mesmerized and disgusted, all at the same time. Who ate Twinkies like that?
“Deal with what?” This was ridiculous. I reached up to remove the thick choker from my neck. Only I couldn’t find the clasp. I swallowed hard, frantically searching the circumference of jewels and gold for a way out.
“Did you not pay one itty bit of attention to the words you were reciting?” Jen said. She was contemplating a Ding Dong now.
“Gee. I guess not. You want to enlighten me?” I snapped.
“Calm down.” She licked chocolate from her fingers. “Nothing much will happen since you’re not a virgin anymore.”
My hands flew from the necklace as an earsplitting clap of thunder shattered the air.
“Shit.” Jen dropped the Ding Dong. “Please tell me you weren’t kidding about losing it to Eric.” Her brown eyes were huge.
“Well...” My stomach was turning somersaults.
We both screamed when the bedroom door flew open and banged against the wall.
Love it, Deb!! The Twinkie saga is genius - so gross. I have a very vivid picture of Jen right now, and I find myself a little offended that she's dragging the rest of us J's down with her eating habits. She can't be denigrating our name like that.
ReplyDeleteLOL! Oh my god, Jennifer! I was NOT thinking! hahahaha
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