The One Where She Has A Peanut Buster Parfait For Supper

Friday, November 18, 2011

{I wanted to title this;
"The One Where She Acts Like A Brat and Has A Peanut Buster Parfait For Supper
(And Insta-Friday)" ....but that was way too long}

Mmmm hmmmm, you read that right.
Man, those things are good.
I mean, I'm guessing they have like 1.5 million calories per bite, so you might as well just
skip supper altogether, huh?
But let me back-track, first.
I ended up eating my PBP on the couch last night while watching Pride and Prejudice after the
kids went to bed, feeling grouchy.
I then proceeded to stay up way too late watching bad tv and feeling a little grumpy about the
fact that my husband is out of town all weekend; left before lunch on Thursday, coming home
on Sunday.
Now, you might think that I am one of those wives that doesn't like her man to go out of town,
doesn't want to be left alone, says he can go but then pouts all weekend... and that's not it at all.
No really, it's not, I am not that wife, and it's okay if you are, but I'm really not.
Well, I'm not usually, but I am a little bit this weekend, just a little though.
See, Saturday is the Christmas Parade in town and my little Boy Scout is supposed to walk
 in it with his pack? troop? crew?den?....this Boy Scout stuff is all new to me and it is more of
a daddy thing in this house.
See where I am going with this?

Sooooo, since the husband is out of town for deer hunting weekend (and doesn't even hunt) I am
left to walk in the Christmas Parade.
Now, you may not think that is a big deal but let me just tell ya in case you don't know me
in real life, I am just not the walking in the parade kind of person.
And it's not bad if you are, or you think it sounds fun, I'm just not...and it doesn't to me.
I am the standing on the sidelines, keeping a low profile and pretending not to see people
I don't feel like talking to...high school acquaintances, old co-workers...ya know.
I am all about wearing the hat and the scarf and not looking to my left or right.
I know...I sound just a little anti-social, huh? Sometimes, I can own that.
And with my luck, if I was to walk in the parade with the troop?pack?den? I would probably be
walking right behind the clowns or something.
And you know how I feel about that.
So tomorrow night, while I am walking in the parade in thirty degree weather, scanning the crowd
for my sister and sister-in-law and kids under blankets and drinking hot cocoa, trying not
to make eye contact with countless people and avoiding the clowns, you better believe
I might be cussing my husband  in my head.

1. miss charlotte and her new hair clip,  2. cool night sky,  3. homemade pretzels,  
4. note from wyatt-it says "personally for you",  5. yours truly,  6. yummmm,  7. coconut cream pie, 
 8. cousins, 9. my current read,  10. sunset
11. pilgrim & indian paper dolls, 12. my street on a windy day

Hope you have a great weekend and that you get to do something fun--like not walk
in a parade ; )
Happy Friday, y'all.

life rearranged


  1. I am so with you, I would never do it!
    Just let him walk with the troop and tell him you want to get pictures and wave from the sidelines HAA~~
    hugs girlie!
    it will be over FAST that's the good part! what 20 minutes and DONE!
    throw some candy to the crowd or something!

  2. Ohhh, DQ is always the cure for the grumpies!

    I'm right there with you on the parade thing too, I'm a sideline kinda gal, don't try and change me. . . But the things we do for our kids!

  3. :D
    i'm not a parade girl either.
    i'll say a little prayer for you that it goes by fast and painless.
    happy weekend!

  4. ew.
    parade walking is not my thing either.

    ooooo! look at your new header!
    love it!

  5. oh man! you painted a picture that leaves me hoping I never have to walk in a parade. I, too, would be that girl with the hat, scarf and trying my best to keep a low profile.
    Isn't the Peppermint Mocha creamer the best?!

  6. Better to be walking behind the clowns than behind the horses. Riley and I walked in the St. Patrick's Day parade last year with the scouts and I can sooooo related. I felt so exposed and was happy when it was over. But my boy loved it, he shone like a star and I know I did it for him to experience that. After the parade we went to Starbucks and warmed up with some treats for both of us. So I hope your experience wasn't as dreadful as you feared and that Wyatt shone like his own star.


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