Little Debbie

Last night, I dreamed that a giant Twinkie was chasing me and then, suddenly, it vanished.

So Hostess is gone. The end of an era. Life goes on. Sure, the fat cats took as much money as they could prior to the liquidation. They certainly weren't good managers in the first place.

Who was in charge of research and development? You'd think that if sales were slumping that badly, they needed new, healthier products. They could still serve up the standard people killers, but introduce something for the healthier crowd. Cream filled celery? Chocolate wheat grass? Ho-ho salad dressing?

Don't worry, though. Walmart will most likely pick up where Hostess left off. It may have started already, because I always wonder what's in their bread.

Walmart lives for this kind of opportunity. In the meantime, we can actually bake this stuff at home! Novel thought.

You know who's really happy right now? Little Debbie. She's big Debbie, now. I'm going to go stock up on Little Debbie and Dolly Madison treats today, cause you just never know.