So we’re off to the

So we’re off to the land of 10,000 lakes. Or 11, 842 lakes, according to Doug. Or PB Loco, according to my dad, who stopped by this store on vacation a few months ago and CAN’T GET OVER IT. He actually found the store online before the vacation and ordered me and J a jar of peanut butter with dark chocolate chunks. So we got to hear about this store leading up to the vacation, (not during because he was canoeing around some of those 11,842 lakes), from the Minneapolis airport, and afterwards. I’m not really complaining because we now are getting lots of gifts that include peanut butter and chocolate, and hey, with a Reese’s pumpkin shortage, a girl’s gotta welcome it where it comes. But in the meantime, I had to listen to detailed directions about how to take the bus from the airport to the Mall of America and begin indulging in mocha peanut butter, pretzel, marshmallow sandwiches.

By the by, these crisps taste like what I imagine pork rinds taste like. If pork rinds were made of soy. Probably not the apple cinnamon ones, though.

I am sad that I will not be able to comment on tonight’s Apprentice, so even though it looks like they're setting up baby Harvard boy, let’s hope Maria and her ginormous flower lapel pin do something exceedingly stupid and get booted the hell off already.

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