Turns out, you have to actually WRITE THE THINGS DOWN as you think of them. Otherwise you find yourself on Saturday morning trying to write a Quick Takes post so you can be part of the club and you think, "Man, I KNOW I came up with at least 7 super-awesome takes but now I can't remember any of them! All that work for nothing!"
these mints look like they would quite possibly be the most delicious things of all time. Scott is skeptical.
So now I am SO EXCITED. I like my husband.
Plus, the bathroom needs cleaning.
See, Scott has this ongoing Weird Stomach Thing, so we keep some 7-Up on hand so he can, like, function as a human being.
I, on the other hand, have the stomach of a goat and also insanely high pain tolerance, so I have just had to pine sadly for the delicious carbonated sugary goodness that lives in our fridge.
(Actually, my insanely high pain tolerance is kind of irrelevant; I drink 7-Up so that I don't throw up because throwing up is the worst thing that could ever happen to you. If it was just that my stomach hurt I wouldn't care.)
(And don't tell me, "Oh, you'll have to get used to throwing up when you are actually pregnant." My mother was pregnant TWICE and threw up ZERO TIMES. So my illusions cannot be shattered.)
This is where I would make a joke about eating more frosting just to see if I can make myself sick so I can drink the 7-Up, but even I am not that addled by my love of excessive quantities of sugar.
Thought the first: How much food does one bring to a potluck when you're instructed to bring "a dessert and a side?" Can I make a strategic alliance with my mother-in-law so that I can make and bring only one thing without feeling so guilty over rule-breaking that I can't enjoy myself?
Thought the second: If I bring a really good dessert, can I get away with NOT bringing a swimsuit?
I can't think of anything for #7. I'm just going to hit "Publish" so I can be free to read Pride and Prejudice fanfiction in my pajamas.
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