Blame Ninniachriel.  This is all her fault.  She suggested the idea and I had to get more mellowcreme pumpkins to try it.

Of course that meant I had to eat some of the mellowcream pumpkins, too, which directly lead to the sugar fed fantasy sequence which follows.

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I don’t want to know the truth (according to wiki) about mellowcream pumpkins.  I don’t want to know they’re made of mostly corn syrup (bad), though according to the Brach’s label, at least not the high fructose kind (possibly worse).

It’s my “must have” candy of the autumn season.  I know not everyone agrees that they’re great.  They’re too for me sweet to eat more than one or two at a time and certainly too sweet by alot of people’s standards. They’re certainly not vegan due to the real honey flavoring, and they’re not vegetarian due to the geletan content.  Even if you loathe them for reasons of flavor or dietary concerns, you can’t deny they’re adorable.

fields of mellowcreme pumpkins

I dream in heaven, there are of fields of vegan honey flavored mellowcreme pumpkins you can eat with no tooth decay, no weight gain, and no belly aches. I’ve overdosed on mellowcream tonight, but it’s okay.  I can space out the rest of the one pound bag I bought throughout the remaining weeks until Halloween.

Dear Bastages, um, people who haven’t seen me all year long who suddenly get the need to see me around Christmas,

I’m happy that you remembered me. I mean, I’ve lived at the same address and had the same phone number since 1999, including the previous 334 days of this year, but Christmas is a time of remembering so I guess I can understand how you might forget that fact the rest of the year. It’s hard to remember where I’m at and how to contact me, given the extreme amount of moving I do. I mean, once in the past eight years is pretty out there. And I’ve got the same email address, too, even.

As you know, secular or sacred, Christmas is a busy time of the year. My problem is this: I only have so many hours in the day (24, just like everyone else) and five days a week 9-10 of those hours are devoted to work. Lazily, I spend another 8 sleeping. Every day even. Add in 1-2 for the gym six days a week and the times that are regularly scheduled to spend with friends who do know I exist all 365 days a year and the time that my family has claimed for family events (and who can blame them) and you can see where I might be starting to have some issues finding time for coffee with you.

Now, I’m not talking about the people I email regularly, who I don’t see as much as I’d like. The fact of the matter is that those people, the ones who’ve emailed me or who I’ve emailed in the past months, get first dibs on the 3.5 hours left after everything else is accounted for in my day and they have to share that time with my remaining Christmas projects. (Yes, I can chat and knit at the same time.)

But the rest of you: I’m sorry. You’re going to have to settle for coffee some time in January. My calendar’s booked solid by people who actually give a damn at times other than December and they deserve my holiday cheer.

Do better next year. You can start by actually (gasp) scheduling time to do something, rather than saying that we “should” get together.

Thank you again for thinking of me. Hope to see you in January.

Love & Kisses,
Toad

Well, I survived the rest of Thanksgiving, the long part after the time with
the fam where I’m far too alone with my thoughts for my own liking.
Thankfully, this year HR’s Christmas plans and mine line up better than
usual, so I won’t have very much “holiday alone time.”

I probably would have been better off if I’d committed DVD adultery and
watched some CSI while HR was out, but I promised it wouldn’t, and I kept my
word.