Some Things Are Gnawt Ok

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A Buc-ee lover friend of mine…

Recommended the beaver tail…said they were the best pastry…ever…and this old gal…agrees…a delightful oval of crispy flaky goodness…gnaw on it forever…then pick another one up at the next visit…

And so it was…went to the counter…asked for a beaver tail…scanned the display…perhaps toss in another little goodie…when what to my wondering eyes should appear…that label…announcing those glorious tasties…something was wrong…very very wrong…began the…omg am I going crazy…blathering…

Paddle tail…does that say paddle tail…I thought they were called beaver tails…weren’t they beaver tails…have I been calling them the wrong thing this entire time…hehe…awkward…haha…got a nod and smile from the server…but nothing more…which makes this old gal…curiouser and curiouser…is this some beaver protest thing…dirty innuendo thing…April Fool’s joke in January thing…

Or…perhaps…it’s one of those Berenstain Bears alternate universe Mandela Effect things…this old gal…having fallen through some glitch in the matrix…where favorite goodies…have different names…

Whatever…as long as this universe has the Beaver…er Paddle…Tail..and a Buc-ee’s…this old gal…can learn…to live with it…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…