I have a mean sweet tooth. In order to keep the dental bill down & my overall health in check, sweets just aren’t allowed in the house on a regular basis. So sad for me. Marcus is one of those weirdo’s (and I mean that in the nicest way possible, of course) who really isn’t into sugary things. I mean, he likes them, but doesn’t typically crave the anywhere near my level of obsession.
Anyhow, the other day I felt like I really, really NEEDED something cold, refreshing & sugary sweet to drink. Actually, I was wanting a jumbo margarita. That was out of the question since we didn’t have any of the fixings and Marcus mumbled something about it being 1 in the afternoon.
Me wanting something sweet: totally in character.
Me saying something along the lines of “Oh, I’ll just whip up a simple syrup and make us some lemonade: completely out of character
It was good
In hindsight, doing such a thing was very Croft-y of me. Or very Mindy of me. Whatever-it just wasn’t me in me!