I Apologize In Advance For This Post

What's a girl to do when she is 6 (count 'em...6) days away from sunshiney summer? [I am going to use the word "sunshiney" loosely here, since apparently Arkansas has transplanted itself to the rainforest in the last month...but whatever....summer is summer.]

So...what's she to do?

She goes and gets a candy bar! That's what! And throws her hands up at the idea of eating healthy to jump on her friends' bandwagon. And then she decides that she is going to try and use Rosie to document the experience.

Ready for this...

Brace yourself. It's fantastic.

(I'm inserting another warning to new readers....between this post and yesterday's, I'm airing all kinds of dirty laundry...i.e. icky faces...so please don't hold it against me. I have apparently thrown all caution to the wind and am now completely fine with showing the entire world unflattering pictures of myself....but, again, I say "Whatever.")

Back to the candy bar-umentary....

Here is the candy bar I chose.


You may also have noticed the seatbelt light that is on, signaling that my seatbelt is not buckled. But it is because I was parked when I took the picture. It most certainly was not taken while I was driving while juggling a candy bar and Rosie without being buckled up. Seriously, it wasn't.

These next series of pictures were taken by me. Trying to hold Rosie backwards, while looking somewhat cool (ahem!) eating my Whatchamacallit. The result....me.looking.very not cool.


Finally I gave up. Rosie and my Whatchamacallit were totally uncooperative. As was I, apparently. So, I gave Rosie to the oldest kid and told him to take a picture of me eating my candy bar. To which he replied, "Why are you doing this? It's weird."

Hush, Kid. Just humor your mother.

Well....candy bars make me thirsty. And I decided that nothing would quench Whatchamacallit thirst like a...you guessed it....a big slurping Pineapple Diet Dr. Pepper from Sonic!!

I attempted a slurp-umentary at this stop...but Rosie had decided that she was all tuckered out with all my shenanigans and this is all she gave me.


That would be my Sonic cup.

Seeing that the slurp-umentary was going nowhere good, I just snapped this picture of my pineappley goodness. (Although this picture is deceiving...because they jipped me today. Usually the pineapple is so thick it is floating all over the place. So it just looks like a regular DP...but trust me...the good stuff is in there!)


And then "This is weird, Mom" took this picture of me enjoying my slurptastic goodness. Much to his chagrin. Because now he has decided that I'm not cool and he is. (Excuse me, Mr. Wants To Have the World's Largest Pez Dispenser Collection.....oh, so very cool. Ahem.)


If you have hung through that mess of nothingness this long, then you are my true friend. I know for a fact that I have already lost the poor man that found this post by googling "Pez Dispenser Collections." Pez his heart!

Since and because there is obviously NOTHING to comment about on this post, and because you are my true friend for hangin' this long....here's your project for today:

TOMORROW WILL BE THE FIRST INSTALLMENT OF...

*Drum Roll*

ASK AMBER ANYTHING!

That's right.

Anything.

Put your question in the comments, and tomorrow I'll answer 'em. It can be anything. Really. From "Why are you scared of frogs?" to "Do you believe that determinism will be revitalized by the unified field theory?" (I googled "Smart People Questions" for that last one. Good, huh?)

So...go ahead. Lay 'em on me.

This should be fun. Me being so smart and all.