But the funniest thing happened when I sat down at the computer. My stomach started growling. Now listen, I had eaten a significantly bigger dinner than usual (there's only so much room left, don'tcha know) and so I was taken aback. And even though I just went grocery shopping a few days ago, nothing and I mean nothing was going to make me feel more joyful than a Wendy's Chocolate Frosty.
So, off I trotted to the family room to where hubby was reclining. I batted my eyes in a wifely manner, stroked his cheek and whispered, "Will you go get a frosty for me?"
This is how my husband found himself going out at 9pm on the coldest night of the year, in a truck with no heater (he could have taken the suburban for heaven's sake, but noooooo) going through the drive-through at Wendy's. Now, let me just say, in all of the times I've been pregnant, he's never had to leave our home to go get something to satisfy a pregnancy craving.
I'm seriously nice like that.
Before you start thinking that this is just another one of my lengthy, mooshy, lovey-dovey posts about how much I love my husband, think again.
This is the a Tribute to a Frosty.
Daddy had to get a little somethin', somethin', too.
Do you hear the angels singing?
Oh, Frosty, how I love thee. If I wasn't already married...
And this is why I can never move to anywhere outside of a twenty minute radius of a Wendy's.
I am joyful. My tummy is joyful. The baby is joyful.
All in all, we're pretty joyful around here.