Then I was going to tell you about the munchkin's pre-k graduation last week and how we just can't seem to vibe with most of the parents at my school. I was going to go on and on about the sea of dads who wore khakis and crocs, (plastic shoes on adults, not a good look.) the moms in their pretty dresses, perfectly coiffed hair and home baked goods. Then there was us: Dad in board shorts, flip flops, a tank and a sleeve tattoo, Mom in camo cargo pants, holding cupcakes she picked up at the local bakery and the hair, which, although combed, did not involve a curling iron, any hair products and had about 3 inches of roots showing, (holla!).
But then I got bored of that subject and deleted it. I'd rather just post a picture of pure cuteness in a homemade graduation hat holding a fake diploma:
THEN I was going to write about this magical cookie made by our fine friends in Mexico. It's galletas con malvavisco or in Britney honky speak: A marshmallow cookie ya'll!!
Isn't it pretty? Four little marshmallows that sit elegantly on top of a short bread type biscuit with delicate artificially colored coconut sprinkles all over it. Delicious. This new treat is giving my favorite inappropriately named candy, Circus Peanuts, a run for its money. But midway through writing about this precious delectable jewel, I got hungry, grabbed a few and completely lost my train of thought. Then I got mad at it because those two cookies added another 20 minutes to my workout. But I won't be mad at it for long. How could you? Look at it! Soooo pretty.
THEN I was going to get all sappy ass on yo ass and talk about my upcoming 10 year wedding anniversary with viking hubby this July 4th and like omg, I can't believe we've been married so long!! Tell you how marriage takes work, and bombard you with cliche' after cliche' about patience, growing,communication, and understanding each others feelings...but I accidentally barfed on myself because my body isn't used to all that Lifetime Network bullshit. The basic rule of thumb in marriage and in life is: Don't be an asshole. You can have your moments of asshole-ness but as a whole, you shouldn't marry an asshole (this requires more than a couple months of dating, after all that humpy fucky honeymoon times have been worked out of your system and you can really see them for what they are...asshole or non-asshole) , or act like an asshole and then expect to be treated like a king/queen in return. Add a dash of laughing and sex in the mix and quite possibly it could work out. But then I'm like, okay who am I to be preaching about marriage? I mean, 10 years is long sure, but that doesn't make me an expert for chrissakes! Just wish us luck in our next 10 years okay?
Our classic wedding picture. Or should I say CLASSY wedding picture? We put the ASSY in Classy baby.
So I give up.
Have a happy hump day and enjoy the humpable pictures below:
She just got done sketching my ass and had to stop and daydream about me a bit. I love you too Angie!