Why are you reading this post? Didn't you get the memo?
For LoW's eyes only!
If you wanna be a big creepy fly on my wall and listen in on my private conversations then go to my Facebook.
But since you're already here I have to tell you something Andrea @ Blogging Mama said in my comment box after she read my last post. She told me she hopes my stone cold heart melts into an ice cream float.
That's the nicest thing anyone has ever hoped for me.
And it made me realize that if I utilize my dyslexia I can turn my stone cold heart into a Cold Stone heart!?
I'm just thinking about how different life would be if my heart pumped Cheesecake Fantasy or Cookie Mintster. (As long as it doesn't pump Cookie Spinster. I was a spinster in a play for the Relief Society birthday party last week--had to play one of the good virgins. (YAWNERS!) Been there/done that, which is probably why my heart turned to stone in the first place.)
Anyway, loving my new creamy dyslexic identity.
Okay, now bug off will ya, I need to talk to LoW alone.
LoW, remember how you told me you watched that documentary about Matsumoto shave ice with the vanilla ice cream and the sugar soaked Japanese beans?
And remember how you told me you've been obsessive/compulsively fixated on Matsumoto shave ice ever since?
And remember how you told me you're just using me to vicariously live out your fantasy of one day tasting a Matsumoto shave ice for yourself?
Well, live oh live away, girlfriend, cuz I got you one for your birthday! (When's your birthday again?)
And for only fifty cents extra those Matsumoto girlz will drizzle thick sweetened condensed milk all over the top.
So take my hand and let me walk you through the Matsumoto experience.
That's my hub standing in the uber long line for YOU.
It's always always crowded! But we braved it for YOU.
My hub paid, but my mom treated YOU.
This is what my crazy SIL did when she bit into the beans.
I told you she was weird.
P.S. I got my first photo request as a famous person today.
It was from from Swirl's mom who is visiting from Washington D.C. She is trying to get her daughter, Emily and her DIL, Amanda to break the commandments and covet her proximity to the Crash Test Dummy.
Emily and Amanda . . . not to be rude but . . . eat your heart out!
Your mom was indeed within close proximity. May I present the photographic evidence:
Swirl's mom, Martha, Me and Swirl
The Nani Nani Boo Boo was your mom's idea.
Oh, and Martha was Martha's idea.