Did you ever wanna drink out of your parent's fancy glasses as a kid? I did, although I'm not sure if huge wine goblets with a white plastic stem that housed a LIGHT BULB, can be classified as "fancy." That's right, they LIT UP. Jealous? I know. Drinking my milk with it's own spotlight and my pinky in the air was waaay more fun than a plain ol' cup. After that, I probably threw on my Jordache jeans, donned my rabbit fur coat (ick, so gross), laced up my rollerskates, and jetted out the door ...
Anyhoo -
The other night, we made a lovely little dessert : fresh strawberries, a chocolate chip muffin, and some yogurt. Voila!
I thought our little heavenly creation would be so much more fun to eat if we got to use the good stuff. The good stuff that was a very sweet wedding present, and consisted of only the pair.
It took him 2 minutes to devour it, and another 30 seconds to break the glass. It's another reminder that "the good stuff" isn't really "stuff" at all.
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