Whatever. You should have eaten them faster. I gave them a worthy death.

[he's in his comfortable boots today, which means that his heels don't click as much as they usually do, and he's not quite as dishonestly tall. it also means that he doesn't mind walking, however--a good way to catch him at a rare time when he isn't feeling too lazy and contrary to cooperate without trading misery in return.]

Besides, are they even still selling them? I thought the girl scouts packed up their stuff on Friday.