scenes from an IM

Me: I am eating ALL of the mints.
Me: ALL OF THEM!
Me: You hear?!?!
Me: *maniacal laughter*
Jeff: Why on earth? I really don't understand your mint obsession. Now, if they were chocolate Frango mints...that I could understand.
Me: Because!
Me: They're so mint-y!
Me: And they're sweet, without being supersweet like candy.
Jeff: OK
Me: I love them.
Me: LOVE THEM *bellows*
Jeff: *very afraid*
Me: *runs amok*

As an added note, these are Jeff's Comcast-promotional mints. Which I bullied him into giving me. After I conned him into giving me all the girlie bodywash and lotion and lip gloss from his gift bag from the blacktie thing he went to. At the end of the day, I left him only with a $3 Starbucks gift card. And only because I was feeling magnanimous.

What I really want are the two-toned eclipse mints in winterfrost. I have the hollow carcass of the last tin on my desk, which I also stole from Jeff. I have yet to convince him that he wants to go buy me some.

And before you go feeling sorry for him, I have kept that man in rice/soy crisps and sugar-free creme savers for like a year. I feel absolutely no remorse about The Great Mint Coup.