I'm addcited to Mint stuff

I really am addicted to mint things. Like the steamed milk at Starbucks. I get them to put some peppermint flavouring in there with some whipped cream. SO GOOD. And then I made some Mint Chocolate Chip Cookies a few weeks ago and those are now my favorite cookies ever. I have always loved After Eight chocolate. And Pep chocolate bars. I have spent a lifetime eating Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. And those delicious Mint Patties.

And so, that is why, I bought the Mint Chocolate Cake that I saw at Sobey's today. I couldn't - resist.

My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

Anyways, I'll let you know how it is.

I'm trying to get my Christmas shopping done. I want to tackle it down and deal with it now. I don't want to leave it until the last minute like I did last year.

So far I got my Dad's gift ordered on-line. He's normally the hardest one to shop for. I don't know why. He is a man with many hobby's. Motorcycling, Pigeons, PS2, Puzzles, Models, Hockey cards etc. I always try so hard to find him something he'll like. But maybe that's the problem. Maybe I over think it. When I ask him what he wants he usually says "Hockey Cards".

So one Christmas, about 2 years ago, I decided to buy him some hockey cards. There was a Card Shop not too far from where I live. When I pulled into the parking lot I saw my Dad's bright yellow truck. ARGH! He was there! He doesn't even live in this quadrant! Anyways I went in and busted him. He didn't receive any hockey cards for Christmas.

That story brings me to one from this week end. On Monday (it was a long week end), I was hanging out with my mom in the north west of the city, close to her house. We had decided to go to London Drugs to pick up a couple things. I needed a new hair dryer as mine broke. As we were going down the isle's I saw my Father. There he was standing in the kid isle looking at hockey cards. My mom, and Stinx who was in the shopping cart and I all hid behind this rack waiting for him to notice us. A few minutes went by. My mom said he'd never notice. We were laughing and giggling like school girls. Finally my mom, who was rebelling from me wanting to wait it out, walked by him flamboyantly. He didn't even notice. Feeling like I had to join her I walked by and poked him in the buttocks. That sure got his attention! Haha. He said he didn't see us with his dark motorcycle shades on. Good times. Good times.

My parents live in their own little world in their neighborhood. Its happened a few times when Mom and I have ran into Dad in the hood. I wish I lived in the hood with them. I wish I lived on the same street. I wish I lived next door.

My mom thinks something is wrong with me because "No one wants to live next to their parents".

But I do.