The high price of kisses
I re-injured my back on Sunday and to help console myself I went on a candy run. The results can be seen below--but the bad news is that I discovered signs of dastardly doing as a consequence of this shopping. I always thought Shephard over at Shephard's Alley was a pretty nice guy. No more! He's dead to me--and it's all over some thoughtless kisses . As you might expect, there's a little history here. You see, last week I thought Shephard was doing humanity a big favor by removing a toxic substance from store shelves where it might harm innocent folk. And he tried to enlist the help of the blogging community. In his own words: These are absolutely disgusting. Please, if you bought them, trust me, you'll hate them. Just send them to me, and I'll get rid of them for you. Don't thank me, it's the least I could do. Well, as the more cynical and suspicious folk out there might have suspected, that Shephard had an ulterior motive! An agenda. You see, in my i...