...but that was not my opinion a few hours ago.
I won the most recent Very Josie, my second win there in as many months. I joined Memphis Mojo as the only multiple winner, which is honorable company indeed. When I won this most recent one, my first thought (after realizing that my nest had been feathered to the tune of eighty bucks) was that I would be getting a second Very Josie T-shirt. But apparently, nope. I got an email from Herself, stating "You ain't getting another Very Josie T-shirt."
Well, shit. I wanted to get a picture of me rubbing the two T's all over my body, but that was just one more dream denied. She said that instead of a shirt she'd buy me a cookie or something, some small sweet.
Wheee. I'm 75 pounds overweight and I need a cookie like I need a second dick. So I wasn't that psyched about the material end of things, until I showed up at her dining room table tonight (Thursday) and she drops me...
she drops me...
a bag of gummy bears.
I love gummy bears, really I do. I never have them because they're pure sugar and they're not great for my teeth, but I just love love love them. When I saw them, it all kind of went blank. I gave her a great big hug, and I think I cried just a little bit. She knew I loved them, and she got them just for me.
Better than a T-shirt. Josie, not only is all forgiven, but next time I see you I'm planting a great big gummy bear flavored kiss on you. So be ready for it. Pucker up, boo boo!
Until next time, please remember that t-shirts are overrated.