Frosty and Fries

The other day Josh's parents were here.  They are amazing and I adore them.  They splurged and brought us all lunch from Wendy's.  So, I promptly popped open Ellie's frosty (I did ask her first) and snaked a french fry through its creamy goodness then popped it in my mouth. 

My in laws gaped at me wide-eyed.  They already think I am a bit eccentric (I can face facts) but this was a new level of odd to them.  They had never heard of or considered dipping fries in a frosty before.

I am baffled by that.  My brothers and I have been doing this since Bananarama was fab and jelly shoes were the height of footwear.  I thought everyone did it.  Am I totally delusional?  Don't answer that, what I mean is doesn't everybody do this?  Huh.

Also, on a completely different note, my new favorite is Bruno Mars.  I want to pinch his adorable cheeks (the ones on his face!!).  Love him.  What a cutie, and he can even carry a tune. 

That's all for now.
Word!

(that's me being hip, just in case you were wondering)