My Hairless Wampa has really been slacking when it comes to taking pictures of me and allowing me sufficient time to blog about what I'm (not) doing on a daily basis.
So last night, he tried to make it up to me with a sugary bribe. Can you believe the audacity? You CANNOT ply an Imperial Stormtrooper with sweets.
Really, you can't.
But, damn, black cherry is sooooo good.
I hate how sticky my uniform gets when I'm done eating snacks like this. Everything good always has to have a bad aspect, doesn't it?
*TK-421 Signing Off*
