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You guys remember the Pop-Tart fairy, right? He's been at it again... in recent days, he has gone out especially for Dairy Queen ice cream (I had a brownie earthquake. oh, the shame. oh, the guilt.) and is guilty of taking me for coffee and a chocolate chip cookie. (Not that I don't appreciate such yummy goodies...)
Guilt was at an all-time high the other day, as was boredom, so Camden and mama decided to take the plastic wrap off of that Mommy & Baby Fitness DVD. Would you believe, I popped that darned thing into the DVD player and nothing happened?? I waited, and waited... and finally the screen flashed the words "No Disc" repeatedly.
Frustrated, I grabbed the nearest Baby Einstein (Baby Neptune, of course!) and popped it in... again, "No Disc."
I thought I'd been granted a reprieve... I mean, I tried to exercise, right? Doesn't that count for something??
But then I remembered the DVD capabilities of my lap top. Darnit.
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Sunday, May 3, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
The Pop-Tart Fairy...
I'm sure it doesn't take a genius to figure out that I'm trying to lose those last few baby bakin' pounds, right? Ryan, on the other hand, could eat a gallon of ice cream and lose five pounds. Oh, to be a male. So why, oh why do I torture myself?
I woke up one morning to the most delicious, gooey, warm chocolate smell. It was still dark out, and I'm the only one in this house who has been known to bake a batch of brownies. Confused, I tossed and turned a bit, and realized Ryan had already gone off to work. What was going on??
...and that chocolate smell. It was nearly enough to get me out of bed! at five o'clock!
I woke up a bit more and realized Ryan was, indeed, responsible for the situation.
A couple of weeks ago, I found Pop-Tarts on sale and I knew I had a couple of coupons as well. So, off to Albertson's we went, where I asked Ryan to choose the varieties he'd enjoy for a quick breakfast on the mornings where he is out the door before the sun even thinks about rising.
My darling, unassuming husband popped his tarts and off he went, trailing that chocolate aroma right past our bed.
...and the worst part? It.Keeps.Happening.
Oh, the misery.
I woke up one morning to the most delicious, gooey, warm chocolate smell. It was still dark out, and I'm the only one in this house who has been known to bake a batch of brownies. Confused, I tossed and turned a bit, and realized Ryan had already gone off to work. What was going on??
...and that chocolate smell. It was nearly enough to get me out of bed! at five o'clock!
I woke up a bit more and realized Ryan was, indeed, responsible for the situation.
A couple of weeks ago, I found Pop-Tarts on sale and I knew I had a couple of coupons as well. So, off to Albertson's we went, where I asked Ryan to choose the varieties he'd enjoy for a quick breakfast on the mornings where he is out the door before the sun even thinks about rising.
My darling, unassuming husband popped his tarts and off he went, trailing that chocolate aroma right past our bed.
...and the worst part? It.Keeps.Happening.
Oh, the misery.
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