Pickle Tickles

Snapchat is weird. Here is this thing that I can real time show my friends what I am up to - which usually ain't much. Sorry for the 280 seconds too long story on putting up my Christmas tree a couple of weekends ago.

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Not. 

Anyways, I love when a joke comes full circle. Instagram tells me 87 weeks ago that in one of my boxed fueled Wednesday night wine sessions that I sent this Snapchat. Which was lovingly screenshotted. And posted. (THIS IS NOT HOW ANY OF THIS IS SUPPOSED TO WORK, BTW)

Needless to say I think I'm pretty fucking amusing at times and if you don't chuckle a little at that, well you're probably not reading my blog anyways. 

Fast forward (87 weeks!) and look what I got in the mail! 

xoxo, Pickle Tickles

If I haven't said it out loud enough, I couldn't have picked better friends. Christmas tree, complete.

Probably a good time to discuss just what the hell my deal is with pickles. I can't seem to go grocery shopping and not say to myself, "I bet we need more pickles at home. We should get some more pickles." 

I'd be lying if I said my husband has never threatened me to not bring home one more damn jar of pickles, "you eat half of them and then they sit in the back of the fridge, for eternity."

My Fridge. 8am. Today. :/

Seriously. It's like an ep of My Strange Addiction waiting to happen.