Wednesday, April 20, 2011
He's got the gene. The Meisgeier snack gene. It's real, folks. Chuckle all you want, but a bag of chips or goldfish or any other snackable food doesn't stand a chance when the Meisgeier men are around. Max, Eric and Opa are a force to be reckoned with.
You want some of those delicious Juanitas chips? You'd better sit down and eat what you can, while you can, before Eric gets to them. You want some goldfish? Fill a zip-lock and hide it cuz that bag of Extreme Cheddar Goldfish has Max's name on it. These men are professionals. And it's gotta be in their genes. I mean look at Max's technique - pinky sticking out. One goldfish in his mouth and he already has the next goldfish in his little hand. Indeed, that is not a Roth gene...but I've become a snacker cuz like I said, if you want any of it you've got to open that bag and eat it while it's still around! (I can blame my extra pounds on that, right?...)
Happy Snacking everyone!
(Thank you to all of you who sent the sweet messages about this post last Friday. D-Day One was Monday when I took my last injection. D-Day Two was today. D-Day Three is May 3rd. I have a two week wait. And I'm so not good at waiting. Any and all ideas for distraction are welcome.)