Facebook Hijinks

I normally figure that if you want to read a facebook conversation then you will. But one transpired today which I found to be exceptionally entertaining so I thought I would share it with you all. Perhaps it isn't as entertaining as I thought, but what the hey! (hay?) This is my blog I'll post what I want!

It all started with my status update:

Dear Kara, I bought strawberry pop-tarts because you complained of my pop-tart selection. However I have subsequently (and strangely) been actually eating said pop-tarts and I'm afraid I shall eat them all before you know I bought you pop-tarts. So let this status update stand as a monument to the depth of my friendship for you, and also an informative piece on the dangers of rainbow sprinkles on impressionable minds.

And then the comments started

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    Alex: ‎"the dangers of rainbow sprinkles on impressionable minds." I can see the headlines now
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    Alex: MARS, Mothers Against Rainbow Sprinkles :D
    
    
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    Anthony: On a related note, if you ever, EVER find raspberry Pop-Tarts, pleeease tell me.
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    Katie: For Anthony: http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/04/homemade-pop-tarts/
    

    
    

    homemade pop tarts | smitten kitchen

    smittenkitchen.com
    

    A home cooking weblog from a tiny kitchen in New York City. The place to find all of your new favorite things to cook.
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    Anthony: Oooo... don't tell Ari.
    
    
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    Kara: Good to know. Bolt stole your Birthday Oreos btw. We were on a walk, and he made me stop by while you were out. Kids these days - I tell ya!
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    Cindy: You may want to try the cinnamon and sugar ones ... toasted...
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    Renee: I had the cinnamon and sugar ones (non-iced)- they are the pop-tarts Kara was dissatisfied with.
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    Cindy: Ahh, I guess it is fruity against spice!
    
    
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    Kara: Not so Cindy - I would be totally willing to give the spices their chance IF THEY WERE ICED. The WHOLE point of the pop tart is the icing. I find non-iced tarts offensive. It's as embarrassing for me as it is for the tarts to see their scandalously naked crusts!!! Get some icing on, for heaven's sake! I prefer the fruits only because the have the decency to put something on before making their sojourn to the grocery store, my kitchen, and ultimately my pop-tart-loving tummy!
    
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    James: what
    
    
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    Kara: James - is that supposed to be witty? I think you can do better....
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    Renee: Tarts, indeed.
    
    
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    Kara: I don't like my tarts to be too tarty!
    
    
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    James: What do Britney Spears and my breakfast have in common? They're both Pop Tarts
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    James: YE BE WARNED, DATED JOKES ARE HERE
    
    
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    Renee: I love facebook.... and apparently slutty breakfast pastries.
     
    
    
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    Cindy: Oh, in that case, I believe I have seen the cinnamon ones iced. I actually prefer the less sweet ones, sans-icing.
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    Robin: ‎Kara, come see me!!! I only buy the ICED Brown Sugar Cinnamon ones. Sometimes I think you are my daughter instead of Renee!!
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    Renee: Oh that's just cold, mom. Disowned over Pop-Tarts?!?
    

    (and then I liked my comment)
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    Robin: and you like your own comment???
    
    
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    Renee: yeah I did!
    
    
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    Robin: that's another thing---you eat your poptarts cold don't you?
    
    
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    Renee: ‎...yep
    
    
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    Kara: ‎Robin- ignore Renee. My dad likes her better than me anyway, so at the very least you and I can have pop tarts. HOT. ICED. RIGHT.

Disowned.

Given up for another.

Over Pop-tarts.

It's a harsh world out there.

I supposed they've always had a special bond, being left-handed and born on the same day... it was bound to happen sooner or later, I guess.

(My heavens- bond, being, born, bound! B's are the best!)

It's a good thing that most moms really like me, because I seem to have an opening.

Are you my mother?