My Name is Mommy

It’s a bit of a running joke with my friends that they should bring their own ice when they come over to the house. We don’t have an automatic ice maker in the freezer, and I rarely use ice at all, so we’re often down to the last few cubes right as company is about to arrive.

I’ve gotten better, though. Or so I thought. Here’s what a friend recently found in the full ice tray the other day:

Yeah, I don’t know why I at some point had a Hershey’s Kiss tag with the word “Oops” printed on it. I don’t remember them making April Fools Day themed candies, but maybe. Anyway, I fortunately have friends who love me and have a good sense of humor. And, well, know that I have plenty of good attributes that make up for my lack of ice-making skills.
Would’ve been even better if I had planned that “oops” note in there. But no. I am just that blind to details and such. Ah well…