Tuesday, September 19, 2006

thoughtbubble
Monkey bread. The very thoughteth maketheth my soul jumpeth with delighteth. Or something.
I have to get married. Before Christmas. And my husband may NOT like monkey bread.

Because:
It is possible that my Aunt Debbie Joe will make every family in the family a monkey bread. She makes the absolute best monkey bread. But I want my own monkey bread.
For me.
And myself.
And I.

So I'll get married.

It's all quite logical.


But then, Kendra said she was going to go marry a philanthropist, and pay off a sixth of the National Debt. Except for she probably wouldn't even marry him, she would just go meet him, and since he's a philanthropist, he would give her the money anyway.

Great. Now I'm starting to feel convicted.
If she got married to a philanthropist, it would be for a good cause in helping our nation.

Hmm.
Well, okay.
You can have a pinch of monkey bread.
A SMALL pinch.

2 Comments:

Blogger amomymous said...

I couldeth teacheth you to maketh one for yourself. We can make them in the multiple small bundt pan and they will be yummy. A philanthropist might like them (says Kendra).

7:25 PM  
Blogger Claire said...

Hannah, I dost haveth a confessioneth to maketh: I don't think I've ever had monkey bread.
I'll be on the lookout for guys who don't like monkey bread...or not.
Thanks for posting and making me laugh!:)

6:09 AM  

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