frosty (NOT the snowman!)

(This post was scheduled, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm still in a blogging funk.)

Yesterday we went to Wendy's for lunch, seeing as we had zero options for food in the house. The Wendy's we went to was pretty sweet, since it was built about a year ago. What would make it even sweeter? A frosty. Apparentely, Mama went into labor with me while eating a frosty, so I'm assuming that's the reason I wanted a frosty last winter...when it was 32 degrees outside. 

Clark and I split a small, which we don't usually get, but we didn't have enough to get each of us one. Germ alert, germ alert. I consoled myself with the fact that we're family and we can't possibly have any germs that the other one doesn't have. Yeah...

Clark likes to smooth his frosty out with the side of his spoon. I promptly told him to stop. 

So sorry about the blurriness!

Why do I embarrass myself? It wouldn't be that bad if I wasn't doing something with my mouth/tongue.

Creamy goodness in a Wendy's cup...

Clark decided that it would be fun to pretend to flick a spoonful of frosty on my head. Mama and I giggled like little girls the whole time I was taking the pictures.

Oh, and dude in the background, you are now famous. You know, since you are in a picture that I uploaded to my blog and all that good stuff.