Peanut Brittle Whore

Everyone has a guilty pleasure. One of my famous guilty pleasures is Fundraiser Peanut Brittle. I just fuckin INHALE Fundraiser Peanut Brittle. My niece's school is selling holiday stuff really early this year and my sister sent me a link to the fundraiser's website. Website? Yeah it turns out that schools are getting really Y2K with the selling. I remember when we had to go door to door, selling crap like beef jerky, gift wrap, chocolate bars, and other holiday junk. It trips me out that fundraising has gone so high tech. I bet they'll be accepting paypal really soon.

I was never really good at selling fundraiser stuff. One year, the teachers decided to reward the big sellers by giving them an ice cream party. How fuckin lame is that? You had to sell at least 7 items on the fundraiser list to go to the ice cream party. I didn't sell anything because my mom's co-workers were smart enough to know that the stuff was crap and I didn't mind. What I did mind was that the teachers hyped up the ice cream party and made half of the class feel like shit because they didn't sell stupid gift wrap fast enough. The kids who didn't sell enough items had to go outside to play dodgeball in the blazing sun while everyone else ate ice cream in the air-conditioned classroom. Luckily I was an agile youth, so I kicked ass in dodgeball. I just hope that schools aren't still doing that stuff. That kind of alienation will cost parents thousands of dollars in therapy.

Now that I'm an adult, I am free to indulge my guilty pleasure of FUNDRAISER PEANUT BRITTLE. Yeah baby! This will hold me over until Girl Scout Cookie season.