This morning my friend Fredo was expressing a need for chocolate and I told him the only thing I had to offer was an old Moon Pie from the back of the fridge. Fredo being the nice man that he is expressed his gratitude for my humble offering.
That is when “she who knows everything” jumped in and used the duh emotioncon.
For those of you who don’t know who I am talking about its Cindy aka “mentanhealthrn” from that other place. Most of you think she is a gentle Rose of the South-well she is more like the thorn from Hell.
Well not really, she is my love and she knows it. I have spoiled her beyond belief and redemption. If she wasn’t so old (much too old for me) I would probably have to marry her.
I can’t believe she doesn’t about Moon Pies and RC Colas. It’s not like the girl didn’t spend any time in the back seat of a car when she young. I think they had cars back then.
Any how one of the finest examples of Southern Cuisine is the Moon Pie and a RC. They are good for about any meal. They will cure a hangover at breakfast, make a fine lunch and mid afternoon when you are sitting on the porch with friends there is no better snack.

And just to make the good better when you was done with the Moon Pie you went and got a bag of peanuts to pour in your RC. Ain’t much of anything better in this world, well maybe pork rinds and a Bush Beer but that’s another whole blog.
But any how I am starting to wonder about Cindy and this whole “I am a Southern Belle” thing. My God the girl doesn’t even know about Moon Pies. I bet she was born in Massachusetts or one of those other Godless I love Ted Kennedy Yankee states.

See ya all later NASCAR is getting ready to come.
Da grump