December 4, 2007.

Yesterday I bought Bugles--something I haven't had in maybe 17 years. In other words, since childhood. A memory came back to me after putting them on my fingers like this, a memory of family vacation at the Pocono's in the Murray's house. We had just arrived there, and Kelly broke open the Bugles and put them on her fingers. Thank you Lordie for this beautiful memory and for these delicious-tasting cones called Bugles.