Where'e The Big Headed Kid?

At work today, I spent 7.5 hours handing out approximately eight million pounds of samples of Peppermint Bark and Peppermint Hot Chocolate with Handcrafted Marshmallows to approximately eight trillion people. Who were all doing remarkable imitations of vultures. I now have several "bark" cuts - the bite is definitely worse than the bark in this case - and smell like a giant peppermint. So help me, I just took a bite of my garlic mashed potato dinner and as I was lifting the fork to my mouth, I got a big "whoosh" of peppermint scent.

So I had to make a Peppermint Patty icon. I've always liked Patty and Marcie anyway. Since I was ("am", who am I kidding with the "was"?) a nerdy kid with glasses, I've always identified with Marcie.


Heh - anyone want to lick me to see if I taste like peppermint too? *leer*