My dream weekend would have been spent in some cottage in northwest Europe. I’d wear sweaters and walk by the sea and write beautiful words and contemplate life while grazing on fruit and nuts…
Yeah, so this weekend was not like that at all. Although, I did eat alawta grapes and pistachios
NO, YOU have a pistachio problem!
I’d just told Judy at Edwina’s Episodes that I hate going places after the gym, cause I know I look gross. I’d told her I only take my keys, phone, earbuds, and water. Well, yesterday, my hair was already icky and I had to shop at two more stores after and the girls wanted to go, too, and it was ninetytenthousanddegrees, so we took everyfreakinthangweown and showered at the gym after. Very steam, much sticky. Do not recommend. Used Bonnie Blue’s air conditioning as blow dryer. Did not feel clean or dry for hours after.
PS: I am not a gym person. Going to the gym does not make me a gym person. It does, however, keep me from turning into a full-on hippopotamus with a heart condition and it’s like, good for my joints or whatever.
I prefer weights like these:
Then, because I am not a gym person, I parked at the nearby BP and sent the kids in for soda, because I am a soda person-slash-baby hippo. While they were in there, I sent a selfie to The Mister, conveying my love for water pressure, air conditioning, and him.
It was then that I noticed a sign, which made me think of Dan at No Facilities.
I know, you can’t read the sign. It was for Yuengling ice cream. Well, I never! Seems people who read Harry Potter want to try butterbeer flavor. I am not a Dumbledore so I have no idea what they were on about.
I looked this up and one of the first articles said there wouldn’t be beer flavor. But um, butterbeer? Is a mixture of buttercream and butterscotch ice cream which sounds far too rich, but there are other flavors a hippo can get down with, like cherry vanilla.
Apparently they started making ice cream during prohibition and stopped making it thirty years ago. Who Knew? Not me! Why anyone would ever stop making ice cream is beyond me. One of these days when I’m not makin a big ol dinner, I think I’ll stop and pick some up.
But yesterday was not that day.
How was your weekend? Was it too hot? Did you eat ice cream?