I finally made some of the Jell-O that Dawg sent me.
 I dressed the Jell-O with whipped cream and sugar (using my Cereal Wednesday spoon because, um, it was the only clean spoon in the entire house, considering the only other clean spoon was sitting under this pile of Jell-O)
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NOM NOM NOM.
I was just eating it, but I know how you all have this fantasy of watching me wrestle in the Jell-O. You are never going to see that, but you can watch my Plamobil characters do it! (And by “do it” I mean wrestle in Jell-O. You are all such pervs!!!)
 The stage is set — Mary-Agnès vs. Mary-Kate
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Wasn’t that fun? Also, PiC made me an Oreo chocolate creme pie with some of the chocolate pudding Dawg gave me:
 That pie seriously weighs 7 pounds. srsly.
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The pie is:
Graham cracker crust
Layer of Jell-O chocolate pudding
Layer of crushed Oreos
Layer of Jell-O chocolate pudding
Layer of homemade whipped cream
Topped with layer of crushed Oreos
Doesn’t it look tasty?! :grins:
Hope you enjoyed!
It appears that your breasts are larger than I had first thought.
Um. Ok… Not sure how that matters.
It doesn’t. I was just making an observation. I am trying to be more observant and less self-absorbed. It’s a journey.
Yum. That pie looks amazing. Also, Playmobil jello wrestling? I love how you spend your free time, my friend.
Fab, not that I want you staring at my chest that much longer, but I wasn’t wearing a particularly supportive bra that day like I usually do. Remember, smooth and genderless.
Stef, I don’t normally break out the Playmobil ladies. Special occasion. :smiles:
Yes, I recognized that they were a little low in the water.
You seem to switch back and forth from wanting to be considered smooth and genderless and not.
By the way, actual conversation in my house this morning:
Mrs. Fab: I have to pee.
Me: Let me get out of here. I don’t want to watch you pee.
Mrs. Fab: Of course not, I’m not Poppy.
:shocked:
Please be a dear and inform Mrs. Fab that only Ripley watches Poppy pee.
Mrs. Fab is a big fan of Poppy.
Ok, as long as she isn’t saying that because there is jealousy or hatred of the Poppy.
It’s strange enough that my cat watches me pee, I don’t need more of an audience than that. (And when I say watch I mean she STARES at me. She’s a lil weird. lil.)
Not at all. When she speaks of the Poppy her aura is comprised entirely of pink puffy hearts.
PHEW. :pinkpuffyheart: :heart: :pinkpuffyheart: :heart: :pinkpuffyheart: :heart:
With two children in the house, I am getting to the point where I can’t pee without an audience! There is some sort of weird irony, that THEY demand total privacy in the bathroom, but think nothing of walking in on me.
Oh Hell and Damnation! I lost my train of thought… I was going to ask you why you put sugar on your whipped cream. Aren’t you sweet enough?
Well, technically I don’t mind people watching me pee if I live with them, but… um. I don’t live with people, I live with furry kids.
Yay for Jello wrestling!
Boo for non-naked wrestling!
Yay for talk about breasts!
Your kitchen is adorable!
I love cool-whip on my pies and jellos and cakes. Nobody else ’round here does, so I rarely purchase.
But I did this last week!!!! So I’ll have some on my ice cream later tonight, thank you.
I’m a huge sucker for boobies.
Oh, and I highly recommend a place that will do custom fitting of bras. Petticoat Fair is such a place in Austin and everyone I know who’s gone and bought some PRAISE UNENDINGLY how much nicer a custom-fit bra is over store-bought.
Ok, srsly. Y’all need to stop worrying about my boobs. It was the weekend, I didn’t feel like wearing a supportive bra, end of story.
Avi, sigh.
Sour, thank you.
Wah, I have Cool Whip in the fridge too, but I like to eat whipped cream with sugar. It’s like its own mini dessert.
I WANT PIE!!!!! YUM!
And you look great – I’d also like to note I was not looking at the breasts but I am sure they are fine, too.
My cats AND kid have to be in the bathroom with me. It gets crowded!
Sybil, my breasts are fantastic, thanks. I don’t know why anyone is concerned about them, they’re ahem, NEVER, (Freudian slip to not add that) gonna see them anyway. And I love the fact that the kitties want to be with me everywhere I go, I just think it’s weird that Ripley wants to sit on the sink counter and stare me directly in the eyes while I pee.
woman, you are too cute.
Ok. I have one question and one question only…
Where. Is. My. Pie???
:angry:
P.S.
Nice shirt :grins:
Crys, thanks. :blush:
Dawg, oh, I’m sorry. Were you expecting some pie? It’s in mah belleh. :grins: PS – Yes, it is, actually. MORE JINX PLEASE KTHXBAI.
Nice insight to the kitchen, Poppy. Can’t wait to see you baking some chocolate chip cookies.
Dan, I actually already baked my famous oatmeal chocolate chunk cookies in that kitchen. Chronicled here. Just no pics of me because I was alone and didn’t think about staging the camera in an open cupboard or anything exciting like that… :smiles: