Today sucked big ones (I'm talking about LEMONS here...get your mind out of the gutter). Hubby and I were tortured at work and everything we did seemed to fall to shit. By 4:30, we were ready to commit random acts of violence, so we decided to cut out early to avoid any circumstances that might feature us on the 6 o'clock news.
And this is how we decided to deal with the bullshit stress of the day:
All I can say is God bless the creator of "Peanut Butter Perfection" ice cream. May he secure a place in heaven, right between the man who invented the Johnny Rockets cheeseburger and the woman who invented Spanx (you know...the undergarments that suck in all the fat you've gained by eating "Peanut Butter Perfection" ice cream and Johnny Rockets cheeseburgers).