— I am not much of an ice cream eater. Weird, right? But since it’s been unseasonably warm lately, I figured I’d celebrate by taking my kids for icecream. (well, only one of the kids actually gets to eat it, I’m not QUITE crazy enough to make breastmilk ice cream. yet.) Frozen custard, actually. Homemade at a local place. I was trying to decide what to have and noticed something called a Velvet Elvis sundae. So I asked what was on it. She had me at “peanut butter sauce.” Vanilla custard with reese’s cups, bananas, peanut butter sauce, hot fudge, whipped cream, and peanuts.
You know how I complained about breastfeeding keeping me fat. It will now be Velvet Elvis sundaes keeping me fat. I REALLY wish I still didn’t care for ice cream.
— Remember my post the other day about Brian grocery shopping? He came home and said “I read your post.” Except, not with joy and enthusiasm, more with disdain. me: “um…did you like it?” (clearly, he did not.) him: “well, yeah, except you make me sound like a jerk.” I really didn’t think I made him sound like a jerk. But Brian wanted me to tell everyone that he takes a PRESCRIPTION for valium at night, due to his extreme back pain. And he’s not doing it anymore. Lol, I think he was worried about everyone thinking he was illegally abusing drugs.
Also, and this one makes me snicker the whole time I type it, he said, “and you’ve got to stop calling me dickhead.” What!? I never called him that! Here’s the thing: I had at one point referred to him as DH (since corrected), which is my message board speak for Dear Husband. Everyone knows that, right? It’s not some secret code. Brian thought it meant DickHead. Are you laughing!? I am. I would never call him that, at least not since I know he reads this blog now. I kid!
— The other day Lola wanted a banana, but they weren’t ripe, so I told her not yet because they were green and not ripe. Well yesterday I asked her if she wanted a banana and she said, “those bananas…..those bananas aren’t feeling good right now.” Because she couldn’t remember the word ripe. Kids are so cute sometimes!
— Woody Harrelson is seriously underrated you guys. Roll your eyes if you want, but he’s a really good actor.
— Is it in ANY way possible to convince a 3 year old to stop wiping her face with her damn sleeve!? I am so sick of her wiping snot or food (or hi-lighter that one time she tried to use it as lipstick) all over her clothes! GRRRR. At least it’s short sleeve weather lately.
— You guys, it is supposed to be in the 80s tomorrow! In Wisconsin. In MARCH. And I’m off work. I’m starting to think that Global Warming isn’t QUITE as awful as environmentalists would like me to believe. I think I’m going to go home and burn some tires or something. Lets warm this globe up!
— I’m kidding!