I was helping The Tibbles put on their pajamas before going downstairs to watch “the ghost movie” with the lights off and eat Nutter Butters (the ghost movie they were demanding? Casper Meets Wendy).
“Why don’t you have a penis?” Nolan asked.
“Because I am a girl,” I said.
“You need a penis,” he said.
“No I don’t,” I [...]

ok, the random nutter butter text messager has been unconvered. it was wendy!. and now i’m really pissed that she didn’t buy me any damn nutter butters.

sometimes when i’m in the middle of another hectic day at the home office, i like to take a break for nutter butters. mmm, what a tasty delicious treat. nutter butters and a cold diet pepsi are what every writergirl needs to recharge her creative batteries and help her finish the day.