In the pre dinner craze the other night:
I was upstairs fiddling around on the computer; Poppy milling around my legs. Dave and kids had just returned from the usual "what are we going to eat pre dinner shop"
It's always such a mad time. Tempers fading, agravation growing as we gear up for the great hustle through dinner, into the bath and into bed.
Dave yells up from the kitchen "That varmint! That's why the groceries were so expensive!"
He comes up stairs to show me a beautiful fruitcake that has somehow ended up in the shopping basket. Poppy looks pleased and grabs the fruitcake and craddles it tenderly.
Funny, because she's obviously had this in mind for some time. I shopped with her a few weeks back and she'd tried the same trick; grabbing the fruitcake and putting it in my basket. I'd just thought it was a random shiny thing but obviously it held real appeal to her (yuck!) and she'd continued to think about it in the meantime!
Strangely, it's existence has now slipped her mind. Which is good because judging by it's diminishing girth, it looks like Dave was happy about it afterall. Maybe that explains the heartburn. hehe


