Speaking of Circus Peanuts

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."

"Come on."

"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.