I couldn't help but notice your purchases as you causally cut me off into the express lane at Dominick's this afternoon. From what I gathered you were buying a assortment of scented candles. And aside from the candles one Jimmy Dean Sausage log. Needless to say I have a few questions. Did you come into the store with the candles in mind and just couldn't pass up on the amazing breakfast meat sale? Or perhaps you wanted the sausage and noticed the pomegranate lavender candles your mom? girlfriend? pet lizard? really likes. The scariest conclusion, and judging by the sweatpants in public, most logical one would be that you wanted some sausage but really wanted to make an evening of it. Well, I hope it turns out. Make sure you blow the candles out after personally consuming a pound and a half of maple sausage-- wouldn't want to burn your lizard. Because god knows your mother, or anyone else you're currently sleeping with, wouldn't let you out of the house in a hoodie with no sleeves.
Love,
Drew
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