Debbie's been a friend for life.

My sister and Debbie and I spent this last Friday night together. We were all snuggled up with blankets, pillows and a nice cup of Starbucks hot chocolate at Oak Harbor's finest drive in movie establishment, The Blue Fox. It was a carefully planned outing. We decided early on that hot drinks were a must and were hoping to accompany them with something iced (butter cream to be exact) from the local Safeway bakery. We were more than just a little disappointed that the only enticing cake was 3 tiers high and looked as if it would serve at least 20 people. Wanting some sort of treat, without the guilt of devouring a whole cake between the two of us, we decided to fall back on an old friend, Little Debbie. She's seen us through many a day.

She was a welcome familiarity in school lunches. I could always count on a swiss cake roll to help me "unwrap a smile" even on the really tough days. My mom was the kind of mom who let us eat things like Little Debbie's, Oreo cookies and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. She never tried to trick us into thinking that a Graham Cracker was a cookie. This made us very popular, especially with our good friends the Nix's. They went on a Little Debbie binge every time they came over, the proof was wedged in the cushions of our couch in the form of empty wrappers. I was always quick to remind them that those Little Debbie's were for our lunches, but they never seemed to listen...

Lyndsay, Jayson, Me, Laynce, Kim and Clint

I love my mom for putting swiss cake rolls in my lunch. I love the fact that while sitting and waiting for 27 Dresses to parade across the screen, as I sat all warm and cozy next to my sister, just taking a bite out of a Little Debbie brings back a flash of so many memories. My mind briefly wanders down the path that leads to where that roll of chocolate and cream is headed, which is straight to my hips, but even the thought of those extra 10 minutes I'll need on the treadmill can't wipe away my smile.