It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a dehydrated popsicle!!!

I would like to say that I have just invented the next best thing for campers and astronauts. I'd like to believe this turd-like creation came in by way of Brazos' backpack. Maybe Blu drug this home from the babysitter's house. But, I cannot lie. I really don't know why I wanted to post this except that I either want to set myself up for a long-winded yet truly love-filled lecture from Mama OR I wanted everyone to see proof of just how interesting life can be- by the way, just kidding, Mama Carol.

I'd also like to be able to say that I was cleaning my freezer out (as I see my Mama with a halo around her head on my right shoulder saying "cleanliness is next to godliness" while my alter ego, donned with horns and bling, is on my left shoulder saying "who gives a rip what your freezer looks like- it your's, you can keep it filthy if you want") but honestly, this little jewel showed up under the kitchen table- I never saw it exit the frozen abyss I try to pass off as a freezer. I will just chalk it up to my efforts as a wannabe Mother of the Year who is so thankful that Blu didn't find this and think it was his new teething toy. After all, today he found one of those little individual hazelnut coffee creamers on the kitchen floor, opened it with the stealth of any grown adult, and drank it as if it was the nectar of the gods...... Bless you, friends!