So it occurred to me that I absolutely love it when my friends’ vehicles break down. See, when their cars are out of commission
they totally and completely rely on me I beg them to let me drive them around town. It doesn’t concern me in the slightest that it totally sucks for them, because I pretty much make them hang out with me when they need to go somewhere. The Duncan’s entire car lot went ka-poot. Seriously, like three vehicles in a week. Honestly though, it’s not like she has anything better to do that hang out with me all day, so it totally works out for the both of us. Kidding. But in all reality, they don’t make me drive them anywhere, but when they do I get the opportunity, it’s fun having them around.
Tonight was one of those
reoccurring rare occasions where I kidnapped Trista and the girls and came home to Brent, and had burritos for dinner. Dale was being the “responsible adult” (really, who does that?) and was putting a new engine in one of their cars while us girls played. Brent had just gotten home from a long day of work as well (again with the responsibility crap). So pretty much it was my obligation and duty to cook dinner. Hard life, right?
The bunnies come into play right after dinner. We made chocolate covered strawberries…and peep marshmallow bunnies. Yu-um-my. The melted chocolate came from the solid chocolate bunnies I just had to have. Gotta be quick though…marshmallows tend to melt quickly in boiling chocolate. Go figure.
The burritos were more than just food on our plate. We had some real live burritos hanging out in our living room. Such couch
Dale throughly enjoyed his evening, as much as he would like to fight it.