At the height of my Circus Peanut addicition, I was making up excuses to run to our local CVS after the kids went to bed.
"I need diapers for tomorrow."
"Film! I forgot to pick up the film!"
"Did you say we were out of Q-tips? Now, we can't have that, can we?"
Since my husband is a pretty savy guy, he finally confronted me: "What is going on with all these trips to CVS? Do you just need some time to yourself?"
"No, not at all. I just get so caught up in the day I forget things."
"Okay, you want to know what it is?"
"Yes, I really would."
"Fine. I WANT CIRCUS PEANUTS!!!!"
Only my passionate outburst caused a bit of a slip.
I left off the "T" in peanuts.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? I'm sure Freud would have a field day with that one. I don't even like clowns, or the circus for that matter.
Needless to say, I am expecting my husband to come home any day now with a red ball on his nose.