Val Has a Slack Attack

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Want to help the Missouri S&T Solar Car Team get to Australia?  http://bit.ly/2nxOVeh

There are still 19 days left to donate anything from a dollar (no perk included) up to $2,500 (your name on the side of the Solar Car).

Or suggest a name for free! 
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Just a couple updates on past topics. Because I don't feel like pouring my cold, cold heart and dark, dark soul into a real post today. I have two letters to write to my college young 'uns, and a fake book to fake-write by tomorrow. No need to make life stressful when I can be lazy, watch YouTube slot machine videos, and fondly reminisce about my big lottery win yesterday.
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SOLAR CAR TEAM UPDATE

The Missouri S&T Solar Car Team is cruising (get it?) right along on the way to their fundraising goal. In fact, they were so near their destination that they set a NEW goal! Yes indeedy! At last check, they had raised $2800 toward their original goal of $3000. Now they're on the road to FiveThousandDollarville!

We have a suggester in our midst! Our very own fishducky proposed a name for the new solar car. I don't know what it was, and she doesn't have to tell, but just between me and her...if you are the one who proposed "Solar McSolarface," I have it from a good source that it's probably not going to be the name the team selects. So you can try again. Don't cost nothin'!
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VAL HAS A SNACK ATTACK

Remember these?

Gone. All gone. And you know what else is gone?

THESE:

Also gone. Gone, baby, gone! They were suggested by blog buddy Kathy. Maybe not so much suggested, as I picked up the information from her, perhaps telepathically, what with us practically sharing the same make and model of husband, and neither of us having a penchant for suffering fools gladly.

The Cotton Candy PEEPS went first. They were okaaayyyy. Nothing to write home about. I guess they vaguely had an essence of cotton candy, since I knew that's how they were marketed, and the box with their name was sitting right there on the TV tray that I use as a table beside my OPC (Old People Chair). The disturbingingest part of the Cotton Candy PEEPS, besides their eyeballs being located all willy-nilly over their noggin...was the fact that they were PINK inside! That's right. The whole PEEP was PINK! That's unnatural, people! PEEPS are meant to be fluffy sticky white inside.

The Party Cake PEEPS were more delicious. Don't get me wrong. Val finds even the worst PEEP on its worst day (think THESE gems given to me by Hick and The Pony, found at Goodwill, quite possibly the survivors of a house fire) more tasty than than a gold-leaf-adorned gourmet dessert. But the Cotton Candy PEEPS were just not her thing. Whereas the Party Cake PEEPS, tasting mostly like a PEEP, possibly with a hint of vanilla, were more the texture and flavor she prefers.
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There. That should tide you over until Val regains her give-a-durn.