Apr 27 2023
Happy 🥨 Day
Apparently it’s National Pretzel Day which means absolutely nothing honestly – I’ll care about a National Whatever Day that gets me a day off work. Until then, it’s all nonsense.
I do love pretzels though. But not as much as HENRY, who eats pretzels as a form of therapy I swear to god.
So I went through my blog and collected some photos of him enjoying a pretzel. I was actually surprised that I couldn’t find more than this, though there were a lot of references of him eating pretzels, just without photographical evidence. I guess I need to do better.
Here he is at Busch Gardens Williamsburg, paranoid that someone’s going to pickpocket his pretzel.
Sometimes he treats himself to an entire bag of soft pretzels. I feel like this might have been his birthday gift to himself one year but then Chooch and I shoved our grubby mitts into the bag when he left it briefly unattended.
Roller rink snack bar softie. Even in motion, looks like he’s dunked that sucker into some cheese plz.
That time he took a detour in Amish country, following signs to the elusive SMITTIE’S SOFT PRETZEL truck that ended up disappointing him, boo hoo.
Sometimes he is too tired after making separate dinners for me and Chooch, so he ends up eating toast and pretzels.
This was on the way to see Chiodos in Columbus many moons ago and I know he was angrily grinding away on some salted twists because the accompanying blog post said so.
Well, that’s all for today because I am exceptionally tired. I have that “I’ve been crying all day” full body exhaustion going on except that I wasn’t crying all day? Just once when I was watching some broad’s recap of the Chicago NCT Dream concert LOL ugh grow up, dumb ass.
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