Somewhere between my third margarita and me Sammy Jo'ing his unfinished (too warm, he whined!) , and then the eventual beer, I somehow agreed to be Mike's (should I even bother linking a long forgotten about blog.....because he can't remember his password??) dessert enabler by doing the 2017 Emmy awards thingy.....no year...no trademark.
I'm not winning this one. I watch TV, but not Emmy TV.
While I know all contests (and friendships) are a game of chance, this one (the contest, not as much the friendship....though it is always on shaky ground) is a complete shot in the dark.
As mentioned, this is just a way for Mike to get dessert delivered to his door, because he cannot be bothered to go to 7-11 for his 3-pack of Suzy-Qs.
Like I said: 100% guesses. .....maybe with some comments along the way.