My husband was smart enough (with some prior coaching) to recognize that this Mother's Day might be a good thing to celebrate in this household if he didn't want to be spending the night on the couch. Just as fate would plan it, Mother's Day also fell on the end of year track dinner. Surprise, surprise. So, after a day of running around getting ready for the dinner and eating a lot of fried chicken, we were able to head home where my thoughtful husband kept his Mother's Day gift for me. The best kind of gifts to me are simple and straight from the heart. I am not a flashy person. I do not need a big show. Just love.
Now, for you to understand the joke behind the hand made card, I should probably tell you about an unfortunate ice cream incident from a couple weeks back. One evening my brother in law offers to get ice cream. Asking me if I wanted some was like asking a homeless man if he wanted a roof over his head. So, I gave my order and Drew and Chris were out the door. A half hour later, my husband and brother in law walk through the door, with Chris holding a wee little cup from Dairy Queen. When asking where mine is, Chris held up the cup he was holding, while mentioning that I probably didn't need it. Now, let me remind you. At this point I am 7 1/2 months pregnant, moody, and hungry. So, slightly disappointed in the size of my ice cream and irritated by his sarcasm, I let Chris know about my let down with a few choice words. Now these choice words may or may not have included a couple of f bombs spoken with a raised tone. Apparently pregnancy has turned me into a raging drunken sailor. Unattractive and sad, but true. When I go to actually grab my ice cream, I see that Chris has eaten almost half of my Snickers Blizzard (3 'bites' according to Chris). Now hold the f'ing phone! Not only did Chris get me the smallest size possible, but then proceeds to eat half of it! Where was his ice cream? Oh, he didn't want any?!? That's right, he didn't need to buy any because the awesome wife I am, bought special ice cream for him a few days ago that was still in the freezer (and by special, I mean buying him a kind of ice cream I don't like so he can have it all to himself, all while buying myself none). I think you see where I'm going with this. I'm getting all hyped up just thinking about it. Well, luckily for my husband, and this household, he kept his mouth quiet through the whole ordeal but likes to laugh about it to this day - telling me that I'll never live that night down. It's okay. I still strongly stand by my outburst.
As you can see, this ice cream is lactose free, gluten fee, fat free, and a mere 150 calories. In other words, all the fun and goodness has been sucked out of this little pint of Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream. Now bless my personal trainer-programmed husband's heart for trying, but even he wouldn't touch this tasteless imposter! Deep down, it was the heart behind it that I appreciate so much! :)
But husbands, words to the wise and moral of the story:
*You can see more fun and creative hand made cards by my great friend, Abby, at http://www.etsy.com/shop/akpurplegiraffe !!
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