Our baby boy is sick with pink eye, and before I laid him down for the night, my husband said “You know what sounds good…DQ Blizzards.” Took me an hour to put our son down, and when I emerged from the room….no blizzards. Root beer poppi, turkey pepperonis, gouda slices, and cool ranch Doritos it is 🥲
EDIT: Just want to clarify that I’m not mad at my husband and we do have great communication. I asked about an hour later why he didn’t get the blizzards and he said “well you didn’t say you wanted one” (I did, however, say “that does sound good” 😅). I am one to indulge any cravings I have (pregnancy and postpartum have a way of giving you a “good” excuse to). When he saw the plate I made, he grabbed the bag of Doritos and joined me in bed to watch Castle 🥰…..but I am getting a blizzard tomorrow hahahahha