Apparently today was the day to write about peanut butter cups. I learned about this from Jamie who may, or may not, have been just a little upset that no one told her in advance of today’s specific writing topic.
But I am not going to write about peanut butter cups – though I do love them, and if Peanut Butter Cups was a man, we would be married, and my name would become Savanah Cups, and we would live happily ever after. He would be classically tall, dark, and handsome [read: taller than me is not hard, I’m only 5’3″; dark – usually in referenced to skin tone (inception-style read: no pasty, gross, pale, gothic, ghost-y men allowed); handsome, well really everyone is attracted to different things, but all would agree Peanut Butter Cups is handsome]; and lastly, playing guitar or per hap drums would really make me happy. [In my peanut butter cup family band, I will be the singer. 🙂 ] Oh, and we would have a family band, as Q has really started to like playing his toy keyboard.
Um. I guess that means I am team Jacob?
Nah. Jacob still looks like an alpaca and Edward still looks he got hit in the face with the back of a shovel.
Whoa! I was not going to write about Peanut Butter Cups. Secret’s out now. I am in love with Peanut Butter Cups. Le sigh.
Expect romantic updates soon.