The seventh day was my downfall.
Here is what I fully intended not-giving you on day seven of Chanukah:
Snacks.
The festival of lights is the FEASTival of fried! We celebrate oil! We make lotsa-latkes! We fry up some sufganiyot (that's hot jelly donuts, my friend!). We eat chocolate gelt (gold foil wrapped around chocolate so it looks like MONEY!-- I have no idea why this is a thing, somebody help me out here, but it is definitely a thing!).
So we eat. But not these things:
I found assorted gums with clever titles: I hope eye rolling counts as cardio gum, I’m sorry I called you an asshole—I thought you knew gum, I have
PMS & GPS: I’m a bitch and I WILL find you gum, I’m not sarcastic I’m just
mean gum, cat butt gum—
Okay, that last one wasn’t especially clever, but you
get the idea. These are just GUM with labels*.
You are a creative guy. You can label your own gum.
Also not buying you these:
Or these:
Snacks, yes. But do these say Chanukah to you? Chanukah is fats (all that oil!) and carbs (all those potatoes!). Don't let the cheddar cheese or the sour cream & onion fool you-- these are protein snacks**!
Besides, how would you know if you were crunching an ordinary cricket, or your conscience, by Jiminy?!?
Nope.
I did consider these mints, though.
However, the timing is all wrong. You are far too young for Retiremints; and let's face it, Atonemints are more properly offered at Yom Kippur.
I hope you had a happy seventh day of Chanukah!
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*At least, I HOPE cat butt gum is just regular gum with a label saying cat butt!
**I know this because when I was substitute teaching, I taught a science class to fourth graders about eating bugs. "BUG BITES. Earth Science News for kids in Scholastic News."
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