Being eight months pregnant, it was bound to happen at some point. I woke up yesterday from a peanut butter ice cream eating dream. I've had food dreams before, but this one was very hard to shake. Went through most of the day just fine, and then we came home and the popcicles were all gone and the only ice cream left was freezer-burned sugar-free chocolate, and that just wouldn't do at all. I lasted until about 1 am, and then I finally asked cell23 to go out and get me some peanut butter ice cream.
Apparently, they don't make the stuff, except in expensive ice cream sammich form. Bastartos. So I got peanut butter chocolate swirl instead.
I just think it's cute he went out to get it for me
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