Lets travel back, waaaaaaay back in time to say, oh, how about Valentine’s Day? Actually a few weeks before, just to be exact, when Michael asked me what I wanted to do for V-Day.
“We shouldn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day. In stead we should save up buy an ice cream maker and make ice cream for Valentine’s Day!”
I may have pestered him a little about my sudden desire to make ice cream (and I may not have admitted that this desire sprung from all the rumblies I get in my tumbly when I’m browsing Pinterest and have to fight the desire to try and eat my computer screen). I claim that the pestering stopped at Valentine’s…he claimed I just kept on going. And, lets face it, he’s probably right. Continue reading