Tuesday, February 21, 2012

mid-morning fudgsicle & elphaba legs

i decided a couple key things today:

1. i'm pretty sure my conscience lives in my tummy. 
i can feel it tickling around in there when i'm making important decisions. 
either that or i swallowed a cricket at some point in time.

2. eating a fudgsicle just isn't the same experience unless you eat part of the wrapper because you couldn't scrape it off with a fork, and i'm not just saying that to make myself feel better.

3. yes, 10am is a completely acceptable time to eat a fudgsicle.

guess what i'm doing tonight to celebrate mardi gras...


don't you even worry that i'm planning on wearing green tights.

not messin' around,

if i swallowed a piece of paper, am i going to grow a tree in my stomach?
maybe my conscience wanted a tire swing...?


Alexis Kaye said...

you wanna know what i ate last night that tasted just like a fudgsicle? A frozed banana thrown in a food processor with cocoa powder. Delish. seriously so so good. And no paper. Also, mine lives in my tummy too. when i get stressed i throw up or diarrheal. TMI? It's funnier if you've seen the latest office episode.

Katie said...

1. I love that you wondered if you swallowed a cricket at some point in time. Ahaha.

2. Now I want a fudgsicle.

3. I am so jealous that you get to go to Wicked! What the AWESOME!

4. I love the way you sign of your posts. "Not messin' around, Katilda." Clever, I tell you.

5. I love that you speculated that your conscience might want a tire swing based on the fact that you may have swallowed some of your wrapper. Logic at its finest :)

Laura! said...

If I'm not mistaken, you found a cricket in your pants one time, right? Hahaha maybe swallowing one isn't too much of a stretch... now I want a fudgsicle

Jeff Kinsel said...

I love Fudgecicles, and I also love Wicked. I Wicked love Fudgecicles...