Good God, this has got to be the world's most boring blog. What the heck is wrong with me? Well, in any case, British Delights (the website where I get all my lovely Euro candy) has released their Christmas list. One thing they're offering is "Iced Slab." I don't know what that is, but you're all getting it for Christmas.
Tried another of my Montreal candy bars last night. This one was Sweet Marie. The packaging was hideous; I can imagine a greasy, bad-teethed (toothed?) Brit drawing up the logo in the 70s. Anyhow...it was YUM! "Fresh roasted peanuts, caramel and chocolate." I was only going to eat half and then retire to read "Diary of a Young Girl," but I ended up eating the whole thing. And as for the book, well, I hate to admit it, but I just couldn't read it. I mean, we all know the story...Anne Frank was in hiding, kept a journal, but was eventually discovered by the Nazis. Horrible. But the thing is, even knowing all that, I didn't like her. And of course I wanted to--how terrible is it to say I don't like Anne Frank?! ugh.
Well, enough of this self flaggelation. Gotta go. PJ's nail is stuck in his blankie and he has a water bottle in his mouth.