Apparently I been eye spied cooking the Dinks in the work toaster oven. And since I kick all sorts of ass at work, I had a gift at my desk this morning. Totally made my day! I had just had a hissy fit at Michael’s the other day because they stopped carrying the Dinks. Tah Dah! Ask and ye shall recieve. I wish for a million dollars. I wish for a million dollars. I wish for a million dollars.