Rick hasn’t made much fun of my blog time lately, probably because I haven’t spent much time blogging lately.
But the other night he screwed up and defended himself by saying he figured I needed material for my blog. How generous of him, eh?
Friday night I asked Rick to grab a cake (so we could try to do Carson’s cake smash pictures) and some ice cream. When he asked what kind, I said “oh, I don’t know, something oreo-ish or cookie-dough-ish…thanks!”.
Rick came home with this:
How many of you remember that I can’t eat peanuts (or peanut butter) right now, due to Carson’s possible peanut allergy? Ok, so maybe you guys don’t remember, but MY HUSBAND SHOULD!
He very quickly told me that he was probably going to have to run to the store again.
Ya think?