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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
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Are Drakes produced all over the country or mostly on the East Coast? I've heard of them, but I think Hostess is more predominate in the midwest. Hostess also made (or makes) a chocolate hot-dog shaped cream in the center thing - but I can't for the life of me remember what they're called.
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So, I am in the grocery store today and I see a display of DRAKE'S CAKES...with ring dings and yodels! I can't resist and buy a box of each. Of course, I get home and my husband pitches a fit...why am I buying this junk food? Never mind that it 28 years of marriage I have never bought a ring ding! LOL. So I just ate a pair (they come in two-packs) with a glass of wine...not a bad little treat, I have to say. Brought back lots of old memories....
L
mariez:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 09, 2007, 09:56:37 pm ---So, I am in the grocery store today and I see a display of DRAKE'S CAKES...with ring dings and yodels! I can't resist and buy a box of each. Of course, I get home and my husband pitches a fit...why am I buying this junk food? Never mind that it 28 years of marriage I have never bought a ring ding! LOL. So I just ate a pair (they come in two-packs) with a glass of wine...not a bad little treat, I have to say. Brought back lots of old memories....
L
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Okay, this is scary. My son works part-time in a dollar store and they have weekly "specials" (usually a name-brand product of some kind) displayed by the register. Guess what was the special this week? And guess what is sitting in my pantry right now? DING DONGS! I don't even remember the last time there was a package of Ding Dongs in my house! LOL! I haven't sampled a Ding Dong yet - but I've had a helluva day and I think I will follow suit and have a glass of Merlot!
Marie
NavyVet:
Chapter 73 still sends chills down my spine.
louisev:
I think you folks have gone insane! Yodels, Ring Dings, Ding Dongs? I say, Where's mine? Oh wait... they all have gluten in them.
I guess I'll be stopping by the DM Markt on my way out today to my friend Jane's house for some of that chocolate covered gluten-free gingerbread... as good as a Yodel any day!
MaineWriter:
Good morning, re-readers! Chapters 76-80 today...
http://louisev.livejournal.com/47728.html
From Chapter 76....
Ennis paused at Nellie’s stall, a fresh gash in the wood where Worrell’s rifle had discharged into it, and he brushed the mar with his fingers. “Ain’t never gonna forget what he said, neither. Called em Blue Eyes, the handsome one, like he was some kinda whore or somethin, he couldn’t be bothered rememberin his name... an he said ‘I guess he never got over you cause we look a lot alike....’ "
Ellery nodded, not daring to interrupt Ennis’s train of thought. Ennis got to the end of the line, tossing one of the leftover squares of hay into Nellie’s feed trough. “That’s fer savin my life, Nellie. You ever own a horse Ellery?”
He nodded, looking at the nervous bay.
“Should break Nellie in fer you an we can go out ridin when ya feel better. Buy er from Wes. Never had a horse save my life before.” He clicked to the skittish filly, whose head bobbed up at the sound, and she nickered at him, not getting closer to Ennis’s outstretched hand. “If she wasn’t so wild she wouldn’t a kicked em.”
“An you want me ta ride er?”
“Okay you can ride Pal an I’ll ride Nellie. Can’t very well just sell her off after this... it’s too important.” he made another clicking noise, leaning a bit further over the stall door and Nellie moved closer, the velvety brown nose snuffling over his outstretched hands. “Lookin fer sugar, spoiled girl...” he laughed softly. “Yer a good little darlin though ain’t you, gonna be good fer Ennis next time I put the saddle on ya.” A pink rimmed eye glared at him as though he ought to know better, and he nodded in Ellery’s direction. “You gonna buck off Chief Deputy Darlin over there if he sits on ya? He weighs a whole lot less than me ya know.”
“Not that much less....” Ellery objected, finding himself smiling at last.
Leslie
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