We love buddah. Not Buddha (although a little awakening did take place.) I'm talkin' about buddah: creamy, light yellow, a little salty. Yum. Buddah-loving goes back a long way in my family. Mom says, when she was little, Granny Boo would make her sugar sandwiches: white bread smeared with creamy soft buddah and a thick coat of white sugar. I don't think I could eat one of those today. The heartburn would probably kill me. Although, if presented with one at a friend's house, I would probably put my best foot forward and suffer quietly. Just so's not to be rude, you know.
Buddah
Buddah
Buddah
We love buddah. Not Buddha (although a little awakening did take place.) I'm talkin' about buddah: creamy, light yellow, a little salty. Yum. Buddah-loving goes back a long way in my family. Mom says, when she was little, Granny Boo would make her sugar sandwiches: white bread smeared with creamy soft buddah and a thick coat of white sugar. I don't think I could eat one of those today. The heartburn would probably kill me. Although, if presented with one at a friend's house, I would probably put my best foot forward and suffer quietly. Just so's not to be rude, you know.