Happy Independence Day!  I’m surprised I still remembered how to log into this thing, honestly I have given it no thought whatsoever since I hit “publish” on that last post.  And shockingly, I still have nothing of earth-shattering value to say but thought I would just type for a few minutes and see what words showed up on the screen.  I have a few moments to myself since AE and N went to the fireworks on campus, but I can hear them from here and it sounds like things are slowing down.  I’m betting they’ll be home before too long.

We went to the Blue Bell Creamery with AE yesterday.  It isn’t open for tours on the weekends (stupid if you ask  me, which they didn’t) so since N and I had the day off from work (and AE’s day camp was closed) we decided to take advantage.  Originally we had planned to take Miss T with us, but I discovered Thursday afternoon that her daycare would actually be open on the 3rd.  And given the logistics of taking a very active toddler on a 45-minute factory tour on the creamery’s busiest day of the year, we opted to leave her at school as usual.  (That turned out to be a good call, because the tour was not stroller friendly and there were approximately 1 hojillion people there.  Give or take.)

After the tour you get a “sample” of ice cream, which is actually a full-sized cup, and I have now found the new love of my life.  Sorry, dear husband and children, my heart is now consumed with love for Southern Blackberry Cobbler.  Mother of God, that stuff is heaven.  And I just realized that it is only available for the month of July so now I’m going to have to go buy every carton that I can get my hands on.  It is worth the $6 per half gallon, even for cheap old me.  Good thing we have an extra freezer in our garage.

And then after the tour we took AE into Spec’s.  Parents of the year, yo.  Anyway, I spent way too much money on a bottle of vodka that looked interesting and claimed be blended with absinthe.  I’m fascinated by absinthe (don’t ask) so I got suckered in.  However, it said right there on the bottle that it was anise-flavored vodka.  I’m all, anise, what is that?  Sounds interesting!! Well, I should have looked it up first on the freaking iPhone that I pay so much money for, because you know what anise tastes like?  LICORICE.  Do you know what I hate?  Licorice.  I think this is what the kids call FAIL.

Hmm, what else…AE is leaving tomorrow to spend a week with my in-laws, and let me tell you that WE ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO THE BREAK OMGWTFBBQ.  HE IS DRIVING US NUTS.  He’s a great kid and I adore him but holy freaking CRAP he’s been obnoxious for the last week or so.  I’m not sorry that his constant energy, intentional burping, continuous nonsensical talking and overall obstinance are temporarily going to be someone else’s problem, is what I’m saying.  Jeezaloo.

Oop, I was right.  N just texted me to say they’re on the way home so I guess I better wrap this up.  Huh, what do you know.  Great timing, it seems I’ve run out of things to say.