Or, effort is so something only rested people should attempt.
In lieu of writing things, here are some pictures with extended captions. I don’t tend to write about my children as I feel weird about documenting their lives in public, but can I just share that my 18 month old makes Taz and Animal look placid? I am a gibbering, drooling, aching mess of a woman these days.
Which is why I didn’t object to my husband serving the kids this one night for dessert.
I forgot to retrieve the wrappers out of the trash so I’ve no idea what these are called, only that he bought them at the Vietnamese/Mexican store. The head is marshmallow, covered with a chocolate shell and gummy decorations. It gave me the shudders and I refused to watch the children eat it.
Then today at Piggly Wiggly, I saw this:
I think I can speak for all Asians when we say we don’t need no freaking help and if we did, Betty Crocker/Hamburger Helper would be the last people we’d ask. I don’t think I’ll be making this, especially as I saw something even better across the aisle. Don’t ask me what it is, it’s a surprise!
