And that was the moment my life changed forever.
A few tubs of cool whip, several quarts of strawberries and one gallon of vanilla ice cream later and I was set. Set to gain 1,000 pounds.
Because now guess what friends, I can't freaking stop eating strawberry shortcake. And it's not just like a little strawberry shortcake every night around 10 pm. It's enough to feed a football team. Except the only person I'm feeding it to is myself. Well that and my husband. I think he might have a slight
problem addiction as well. I know this only because as we were eating dinner tonight around 6 he says "Do you think we could eat some strawberry shortcake now?" to which I replied "but that's what I do at 10!" and he says "No, I meant if we eat some right now we could also eat some later too..." Even my dog acts 50 shades of crazy when I start getting the ingredients out every night.
In case you need help remembering what season is upon us, it rhymes with kim boot. Shawn just rolled his eyes at that. Swimsuit season is what I am talking about. And you know what doesn't fare well with swimsuit season? Heaping bowls of all the calories combined with a mug full of coffee and Rumchata.