Monday was just a rotten day for me. I was tired, work was...dull, I was late getting to work because of the snow and it also took me an hour and a half to get home because of it. So - needless to say, I was a bit crabby at the end of the day.
I went to the mailbox, hoping something in there would cheer me up, and lo and behold, look what were the only three pieces of mail we received that day.
Upon seeing these three treasures, Dave seems to to think that I jumped up and down, exclaimed, "my life is changed forever" and started giggling like a little school girl. But what I most likely did was say, "oh cool...some magazines" while shrugging my shoulders with indifference.
You can decide who to believe.
As for the rest of our night, I have two words for you:
Seeing this in the store, I always thought it had to be the grossest thing since sea monkeys, and we always made jokes about it and went on our merry way. But Dave decided to pick up a can to make some waffles. The thing that kills me about Batter Blaster is that it says it's organic. Not that I think the good folks at the Blaster are lying, it's just strange to me. Organic pancake/waffle batter in a can?!
It may be because my expectations were so low, but the Blaster did not disappoint. The waffles were quite tasty.