JOY is....

Reaching in the freezer to grab a bag of peas for supper and rediscovering the Dairy Queen Blizzard that you hid in the back a few days ago....


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C said…
Lucky skunk.

By the way, I got your text. I was soooo high on Benadryl, and the next morning I assumed I dreamed it (because Leslie does not know how to text!!!).

Imagine my surprise when I sobered up and it was still on my cell phone.
8:35 PM
Dreama said…
it wasn't all crusty and frost bitten was it????
10:06 PM
Recovering Noah said…
Christine... I know. I was so proud of myself when I sent the text. Did you like all the uber cool abbreviations that I used. I felt like a true, savvy-tech, 13 year old. And.. uh... I was so proud of myself that I must have reread the message I sent about 20 times. Like a proud mom whose kid pooped on the potty for the first time. Dang.. I should've taken a picture.

Dreama... ah, what's a little frostbite when there's Reeces Pieces Blizzard underneath. Scrape it off the top and it's good as new. ;-)
10:26 PM
TracyC said…
Leslie--don't you even have the decency to look old and tired? Geesh you are gorgeous. Grumble, grumble...
10:50 PM
Pull My Finger said…
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11:37 PM
Recovering Noah said…
Nah, Tracy, that's just the photo of a very tired but happy mama.

Besides, I did use the "sharpen picture" option in Picasa. ;-)
11:39 PM
sarah bess said…
you look like a teenager in this pic! You must not actually EAT blizzards, just pose with them for ads, right? :)
12:45 AM
Recovering Noah said…
Teenager, Sarah? Really?! You're my new BFF. Have I told you lately how much I love you? ;-)
9:48 AM
Shara said…
Oh, yum! That never happens to me!
11:43 AM
Chantelle said…
You're so adorable! (it's a bit nauseating actually) ;)
2:09 PM
Chantelle said…
Oh - I meant nauseating because of my envy! Not that you LOOK nauseating! HA! I clearly post too many comments....
2:10 PM
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