What's my freakin' problem?
My freakin' problem is that I got sucked into going to the Outlet Malls at Hershey, PA. That's right, kiddies, we went to Chocolatetown, USA!
First we went to Chocolateworld, Hershey's bizarro tour/gift shop/food court. There was a Simpsonesque train tour with animatronic Kisses and cows, and on the way out, a sample of their peanut butter cups. The gift shop had all sorts of chocolate related tchotchkies, including Kiss pillows, Hershey Beanies, and sleep teddy-bear tees with "KISS" printed right in the middle of the...uh...torso.
We had lunch in the food court, and--get this--I didn't even feel like having a cookie for dessert! This pastor without a cookie? What the freak
was my problem? Maybe it was all the great bulk candy we bought before lunch: two pounds of Twizzlers, a Cadbury candy bar and a Payday. Yum.
After lunch, it was off to the outlets. First stop, the bookstore, where I didn't find anything I wanted. Not even Paul Krugman's The Great Unravelling!
Again, what the freak?
Mrs. P. and her friend Jen went off to look for clothes and left me in the car for an hour and a half doing the NYT crossword. By the time they came back, I was ready to gnaw off my own arm. But we made a quick detour to the Hershey Lodge, home of the Chocolate Martini (Vodka and Creme de Cacao, yo).
After two of those and watching the Illini pull it out from Arizona in overtime, it was home to be with you all.
So my problem is that I'm late to the party, and it doesn't even matter, since I don't have to do anything in church tomorrow.
What's your freaking problem?
Update [2005-3-26 22:53:21 by pastordan]: I should make clear that I am aware of the whole Schiavo thing spinning out of control. I personally haven't said much about it, because others seem to have been covering it quite adequately. I'd prefer this to be a non-Schiavo-directed rant area, but if you've got it on your chest, by all means, let it out.