Creamsicles

Doug and I were talking last week and I mentioned how I was craving creamsicles. The problem was that I don't like the orange ones, only the raspberry ones. His eyes lit up and he said, "I love the orange ones!" So I got a box. I'm happy that half the box is orange and half the box is raspberry. It's perfect. Sometimes I'm bummed that we don't like the same foods, but the upside is that we get to be selfish with our food. I know he won't eat all of the Salt and Vinegar Chips, and I won't eat all the Fruity Pebbles Cereal. It all works out. But we are both good about sharing the food that we do like. Almost too good. There's been times where we've let a banana rot because we were both saving it for the other person. Or the last bagel gets moldy, cause we didn't want to take it from the other.






This is a busy week. Not so much intense, just busy. But busy is good. I just have a hard time getting through thirteen hour days. We're going to Hume Lake this weekend to be counselors for our church, so we both are having to prepare for that and squeeze more into the week before we leave on Friday. At least we'll be getting a sweet reward at the end of the week (except for the major responsibility and sleepless nights). I'm just ready for this week to be over. I'm so tired I'm going to go to bed early. Don't remember the last time I went to bed this early.

So excited to go there again.