I mean, obviously, I would rather live forever and grow older and wrinklier every day until I eventually look like this (the dog, not the baby - that would be weird). But if I absolutely HAVE to die, I want this to be the thing that kills me:
It's SO DAMN GOOD that I'm pretty sure I'd trade my own grandmother for a lifetime supply if I had the option. Luckily for my Nan, the grannies-for-ice-cream black market is pretty poor round here.
You'd think that discovering something so delicious it should probably be illegal would be enough awesome for one week, but over the few days I've also been the lucky/gleeful recipient of multiple surprise presents. Eep!
Tom bought me the beautiful notebook (currently 25% off in the Debenhams sale), and the Easter egg was in a whole bag(!) of hostess gifts from friends who came over for dinner last weekend. It's a kitsch-lovers dream (check out the reverse side below), and filled with chocolate eggs too. Double win.
The hostess presents also included The World's Tiniest Cookie Cutter. You probably missed it in the first photo; I'll just wait here while you go back and have another look...
I'm very excited about baking hundreds of tiny biscuits, and cutting miniature Christmas trees out of toast.
Finally, my bestie made the most of Tom being bed-bound and therefore unable to police the Stag Ban (the fourth House Rule I accidentally missed from the original list) to smuggle in the plate and matching bowl that she'd snatched up on a trip to Ikea.
The third thing floating my boat this week is stumbling across a brilliant collection of Schmidt quotes made into motivational posters. These ones are my favourites (but it was REALLY hard to choose):
All images from here.
How are your weeks going? And have you ever eaten anything better than Peanut Butter Cup ice-cream*?
* Trick question; the answer is no.