It’s confirmed.  I’ve lost my fool mind.

My most recent conversation, via Twitter –

slavelexi: Just got back. Got some nice stuff….and twenty dollars worth of Jelly Bellys. lol

me: I’m comin’ over. I loooove Jelly Bellys

slavelexi: OMG I love them too, but they don’t sell them where I live in WV!! It’s a crime and a tragedy.

slavelexi:  Though I’m not sure how I’m going to explain the sugar-fiending pink haired woman busting in my father’s front door.

me: hehehehe. You can just leave all the toasted marshmallow flavored ones outside and I’ll eat them on the front stoop. :P

me: <<— like a squirrel!

slavelexi: Me think you’d have to fight me for them.

slavelexi:  Actually the mental image of a crazy pink haired lady nibbling jelly beans like a squirrel on the porch is rather disturbing.

See?  See?  I’m off my rocker.

I can actually visualize myself hunched over on a porch, cheeks stuffed full of toasted marshmallow jellybellys, eyes darting around, all twitchy, scared someone will come and take them away from me…

You can find the slightly more normal slavelexi over at Behind the Collar.  :)

I now need to find a substitute for jelly beans and I don’t think salad is going to cut it.