Some of the conversations that my daughter and I have had is about fruit cake. The brick of flour and candied fruit that sticks to your fingers and tastes horrible. Ok, maybe not ALL of them taste horrible but the last one I had, can't remember when, was bad enough that I haven't had any since. SOMEBODY makes at least one a year. Safeway has a table full of them. Sends chills down my back.
So my daughter and I were talking. I said something like, 'We should make a fruit cake and chuck it in Margaret's window and scream at her, "Merry Effing Christmas, Behotch".' You know like the Discount Tires commercial, where they say, 'If you're not completely satisfied just bring your tire back.' and some young guy dressed like an older lady chucks the tire in the window of Discount Tires?
Don't know why but my daughter finds this to be hilarious. Don't know if it's because her mom doesn't usually do things like that or it's the perfect Christmas present. Either way I guess you had to be there to find the humor.
Margaret's a hateful older person that lives across the street from me and causes all kinds of trouble with others that live in my neighborhood and me.
I would never lower my standards to Margarets so chucking the cake is just talk.
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