Victoria watched Finley during bible study last night, and when I got home I needed a snack. (Because I always need a snack.) Luckily, she had made some tasty S'mores brownies. I chatted with her for a few minutes then said, "I got to go get some milk and ice cream." Victoria replied, somewhat saddened, "But I made brownies!" To which I replied, "I KNOW. That's why I'm getting ice cream."
I heated up my brownie, put some ice cream on it, and as I was putting the milk away, something caught my eye. Cream cheese frosting. I scooped a dollop on top of my snack and 700 calories later, I was ready to eat.
(I work hard to be able to eat this much. Feeding Finley and marathon training burns somewhere around 7000 extra calories a week.)
Anyone else buy frosting with no intention of using it to ice a cake? Because that can was bought for for the sole purpose of snacking.
Sol and Victoria, I am sorry that you have to live with my voracious appetite. I hope you can experience the joy of eating with abandon through me.
And post-marathon and post-breastfeeding Rachel... you have to stop eating so much. You have a quadruple chin. And your people are telling Finley "Yo mama's so fat..." jokes. It's sad.