It's Kraft foods. Do you know that they now have a tub of CHEESECAKE FILLING? Ready to eat. In a tub. To just, you know. Stick your spoon in and scoop some out and then you might as well just plaster it to your belly or thighs. I find passing it over my taste buds is incredibly more satisfying first. Then of course it can ooze out to whatever body part it wants to.
Since I no longer have my daycare boys, I was freeeeeee this morning. So I went to the gym for the first time since our road trip this summer. It was wonderful and my little swimming partner was there, so happy to see me. After working out I spent some time soaking in the jacuzzi. Mmmmm. It felt so good that I pondered spending the remainder of my day just sitting there.
But I didn't.
Instead I did the whole shower/shampoo/rinse/repeat thing and then went grocery shopping.
This is where I encountered satan. In the dairy section.
My daycare mom Jenny first introduced me to this evil item. I blame her.
When the checkout lady picked it up to scan it (yes of course I bought some, I'm only human you know) she looked at it, held it up high and then was overcome with emotion.
"Hey!" she yelled to the cashier next to her, "Look at this!!"
She did the same thing with the cashier on the other side of her. Soon there was oohing and ahhhhing galore going on while they discussed how delicious this was and did you know it was back there and guess what we're having for lunch today.
The line was backing up as they spent more time excitedly discussing my tub of evil. Yes, all the cashiers were women, why do you ask?