Dear Hostess, I Took You For Granted

I'm sad. Sooooo sad. Today Hostess Cakes Announced they were closing their doors. This is a travesty. Hostess is an Institution. Millions of children in middle America will now be without their Oscar Meyer Bologna sandwiches on Wonder Bread, slathered in Miracle Whip. Seriously though, we need a Twinkie Bail-Out!

Okay. I am very well aware that Hostess products are not the healthiest snack. And I know...I know...where have I been as a customer? Hostess, I apologize, I took you for granted. I thought you would be here forever. *sniff*

But I'm not giving up hope. The future has yet to be determined. If the company liquidates, they would also sell their intellectual property, which includes the recipes for such American delicacies as the beloved, Twinkie. Therefore, it could happen that this sugary "institution" could continue... as long as, God forbid, the buyer wouldn't try to healthy it up, I mean, that wouldn't be right.

Until then, my first thought was, "I can go buy-out the shelves of our local Targets and Safeways and keep them for decades! It would be like Hostess never left...at least for MY lifetime." Of course my lifetime would be cut short due to the increased ingestion of Hostess Cakes, but heck...who's counting. My dreams were shattered when I unfortunately discovered that the 30 year-old Twinkie shelf-life rumor had been debunked by Party Poopers such as these. Better you know this now. You're welcome.

Anyhow, here is my homage to Hostess. These are my favorite memories of the soon-to-be Trivia Pursuit question. And for the record, the BEST Hostess product, is the corner of the Fruit Pie. The Best.

Sorry Snoopy - the Zinger Zapper is here...

I guess there's always Lil Suzie Cakes... IT'S NOT THE SAME

And... I will oh-so-miss these...(yes, I know you hate them).

And of course, the corners of these...

And this crew.

And of course, Breakfast.

#SAVEHOSTESS

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Ch Ch Ch Ch Hah Hah Hah Hah - It's Friday the 13th!

It used to be, that when a Friday the 13th rolled around, the first thing my little 80s brain would envision was poor Jason Vorhees at Camp Crystal Lake...ch ch ch ch hah hah hah hah... Then, I would check under my bed for the Poltergeist Clown, lock my doors and windows and move on with my day. Also, I could continue to move slowly, because those mass murderers all chased you by walking. Seriously people...RUN! And really... that freaky clown still haunts me. One of the worst movie moments to NEVER LEAVE YOU! Super crappy Mr. Spielberg, Thanks.

Friday the 13th has a different meaning to me now, as it's the day that Andy & I were engaged. I came across this funny little photo collage this AM on my computer. This was the weekend we decided that this whole marriage, kids, craziness would be a good idea. You may be wondering about the snowboarding pics in July. We were engaged on February 13th, and mostly because Andy WOULD NEVER have popped the question on Valentine's Day. That's not his style...but Friday the 13th is.

Anyhow, I do not consider the 13th unlucky, although I will have to ask Andy how he feels about it. *wink*