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 …