YESTERDAY

Full disclosure: Wendy's asked if I'd be interested in trying their new Frosty Waffle Cones and writing about it (first I made sure that hadn't mistyped an email address because .....) so technically this is a sponsored post but I solemnly swear that I would've blogged about yesterday anyway (you know me) and it was only a matter of time before we tried the cones because we love a good drive-thru. Also ... spoiler alert: Simon is fine.

I was basking in the insanely sweet glow of ALL of your kind comments on yesterday's post when Simon let me know that he'd be home earlier than anticipated. Good things to happen to whiny wives, apparently. We thought he was going to have to stay for an add-on case but it ended up being something that a general surgeon would need to handle so ... Cha-ching for us. I had my act super together and had sauteed some vegetables to throw onto the frozen pizza I was going to slave over for dinner when Simon called on his way home. We were chatting about getting ice cream with the kids after Dinner Gourmet when Simon said there was a ton of traffic and then I heard a crash and the phone went dead. I only had .3 seconds to freak before Sebastian ran up with a huge smile and a drippy, bloody nose. While I cleaned him up I told myself that maybe just maybe Simon had merely dropped the phone before I washed my hands and called him back.

He didn't answer but called back right away perfectly fine and cursing the sweetheart that had just hit him hard and caused him to hit the (nice brand new!) car in front of him and sped off. He couldn't open his door to get out and lamented that he had left his license at the hospital. Cha-ching for no one.

He eventually made it home ....

 

"who broke Simon's car?"

The back looks even prettier. 

He is totally fine (most importantly) and the officer was super nice (not happy about it!) to not give him a ticket for riding dirty sans license.  The kids and I had already wolfed down half the pizza waiting for him to come dragging bumper/burning rubber home so he ate his dinner while telling me how optimistic the cop sounded about finding Mr. Hit and Run. I had (stupidly) told Julia that we were going to get ice cream that night and you don't tell a Julia you're doing to do something fun and not do it unless you want to suffer the wrath of the eternal whine. Simon generously watched the boys (one of whom was throwing a beast of a "NO!!!" tantrum and I'll let you guess who that was) while Julia and I enjoyed a nice quiet drive to the Wendy's drive-thru. 

Simon is a huge fan of Frosties (and I don't hate them, unfortunately) and I ordered two Frosty Waffle Cones and the gentleman of an employee was really nice about my annoying, "ooo, um -- uh -- do you think you could put a little less frosty in one of them so my toddler can hold it on the way home?" request. Yes I am that annoying customer. Always.

(why I thought goth nails would be appropriate for Mary's wedding is a mystery I'll never solve)

I would never ever say that Julia or Sebastian are deprived children but they've never had ice cream in a cone and I'm scared we have some new little addicts on our hands ...

... and I don't blame them. These are good. Really good. 

Heaven forbid the most selfish parents in the world sneak a taste ...

"I just need to streatch it!!"

Did Wendy's save the night? Of course not. But our little 12 minute timeout did a world of good for our moods and attitudes yestereve. The car is still a mess but Simon was able to clip off some flappy pieces and screw the other flappy pieces to the body of the car and he can get in and out of the passenger side door for the time being. 

Our neighbors who are expecting their first baby walked by as Simon was performing the Jetta's operation and Julia gladly yell-told them all about the Jesus (rosary) around her neck, Sebastian came thisclose to biting their dog, and Theo spit up 3 times in a row all over my pants and shoes while we were chatting. I'm sure we made them even more excited for their September due date. 

Did you make it through? I've heard tales some people like dipping fries in their Frosty and um ..... I'm not a total food prude but I don't know .... has anyone dared to do such a thing? Thanks in advance for yaying or naying that potential disaster.

And MANY thanks to Wendy's for making our day a little bit messier and a lot a bit sweeter (I almost went with Frostier but ... you were spared).