The first time I went grocery shopping, I got a little banana-crazy and the bananas got brown pretty fast. I decided to make little tiny banana muffins (this experience made me realize I had no real baking pans except a tiny muffin pan). When they came out of the oven I sliced one open and stuck a piece of butter in it to let it melt...and fed it to my patiently waiting husband. However, my butter wasn't good enough as he jumped off the couch, went straight to the pantry and immediately started smearing peanut butter on them and popping one after another into his mouth. Apparently I "got schooled."
For this next lovely picture...my hubby and I were making ice cream cones...and he randomly decided it was my birthday and he needed a party hat. Sadly my camera died before I could capture the cone boob pose.
