Surrender

Since today is the first day of Lent, I am publicly stating that both the Hub and I – together- are giving up ice cream for the duration. And, as a result, the kids are pretty much giving up ice cream as well (sorry about that, Kids) (you can probably scam some off the grandfolks). This is not an impossible task, but it’s never fun, especially when that craving for sweet, cold, and melty hits you square in the tastebuds.

The real challenge will be dealing with a man who has already stated he wants to throw in the towel. We’ve got 40 days to go, buddy.

I have to remember not to send him to the grocery store for anything, and to check his car for empty milkshake containers.

Yes, this is clearly an 8 year old type sacrifice, but please remember, my husband asked for a bouncy house at his birthday party, and, as always, I am way younger than he is, so it makes sense.

I’m pretty sure Sabrina will be getting a Dairy Queen birthday cake this year, whether she wants it or not.