I'm not even saying that in my sarcastic Julia Sugarbaker voice, like thanking RAY DON. I am truly thanking Hick for the gift he brought me from his 3-day mini vacation to Springfield.
He got home the same time I was pulling into the garage after procuring my magical elixir. You might think he would have waited a minute to talk, but all I saw was the back of Hick as he pulled his suitcase across the garage threshold. As I climbed out of T-Hoe, he reappeared momentarily.
"I'm going to mow grass. I left you something. It's in a white sack on the table."
Of course I was elated. A PRESENT? I hope Hick wasn't feverish with the VIRUS!
It's FUDGE! Looks like chocolate mint. Hick knows my flavor profile preferences. It it looks HUGE... that's because it IS.
There's a side view, sitting on my laptop, HIPPIE. It's about a 3-inch by 3-inch square. I assume it will be delicious. I haven't tried it yet, because I have a fasting doctor's appointment at 8:00 a.m., and I was just carrying in lunch when Hick gifted me with this fudge.
I'm pretty sure that fudge came from URANUS! Because Hick sent me a picture at 10:00 a.m.
Yes, as with all Hick pictures, it has the subject in the center, surrounded by a whole lot of nothin'. I think we could have done without so much sky. It's not like he's going to make a 10,000-piece jigsaw puzzle out of it. Though I think that might be a best-seller at the store in Uranus. Here's a 3-minute video of an interview with a Uranus fudge-packer from three years ago.
That Hick! He just can't resist poking his nose in Uranus. Every time he's on a trip down I-44 without Val, he has to visit Uranus. He soaks up the ambience of Uranus. You might say Hick fully immerses himself in Uranus. He revels in the thrill that only 20 minutes in Uranus can give him.
Florida might have Jupiter, but Missouri has URANUS!
I checked. The white bag has a slogan: "The Best Fudge Comes From Uranus"