I don’t know if you caught the comment from Kelly last Friday. It came amidst the flurry of finishing jury duty and getting ready for YouthQuake. As Overlord of Bradaptation, I can see the email address associated with each comment. I wrote Kelly back and asked her what she wanted to chat about. She said she was from an ad agency that is collecting some Carnation Instant Breakfast information. She said they are doing a survey thing, and would I like to participate. I wrote back on Sunday and said, “Sure!” I also sent her Peggy’s address because she’s pretty hardcore about Carnation, too.
Yesterday, Kelly’s co-worker Katie sent Peggy and me an email. It had the details of the survey. It looks like it’s going to be a little bit of work, but it should be fun. There are questions to answer, like “When was your first time drinking Carnation?” (Actually, they call it CIB, but I’ve always called it Carnation. I think I’ll include that in my answers.) They also want lots and lots of pictures. Pictures of my cabinet and refrigerator contents, pictures of what I eat in the morning (I’ll have to get a pretty new bag of flax meal), and pictures of my morning routine (alarm clock, computer, shower, etc).
It will be fun to do, but not today. I’m still freaking out about grades and chapel. After 9:05am I’ll feel much better.
Are you sure she’s not an Ovaltine spy?
And oh yea … did you check Kelly out a little … you don’t think our pictures are gonna show up some place weird or creepy do ‘ya?
After you collect all of those pictures, you should ask Lauren to make it into a movie for you.
Um, that’s really Lloyd. I think you’re signed in on that computer.
I don’t know why I show up as Brad when I post from home. I change the name and everything. I’m blaming Brad.
im in ur cookies, takin ur name
It’s part of the 111.
I’m hardcorerer than you. I took Instant Breakfast to Youthquake, where my special glass mug was accidentally snatched up by the maid, which led to me going down to the desk at midnight to reclaim it, but then they couldn’t find it so they asked me how much it was worth and they’d give me the money (what a missed opportunity, stupid Peggy) but I said I just want a glass for my “special drink” so they sent me to the bar where I could pick out any glass I wanted to replace the mug.
Then my chloresteral medicine disappeared, then my toothbrush (I had to brush my teeth with a Q-tip the last day). I think the maid was slowly stealing my identity.
All this happened in the room right next to mine and this is the first I am hearing about it? Good for you Peggy for not whining during the weekend. 🙂
I’m sorry about your mug. Did you pick out something extra expensive at the bar? Did you ask them to fill it with anything?