The last weekend of summer. I always get all weird over Labor Day weekend. Feeling like I want to make the most of the last weekend of Summer for me and my family, and it is always Kenny’s Birthday over this weekend. Which pretty much stinks, because I NEVER, I mean never every know what to buy this man for his birthday. And it completely stresses me out. It’s not that he cares. He doesn’t not one iota! But, I am a gift giver, it’s one of my primary love languages…and the fact that I, in 17 years, have yet to find the Love of my life the perfect gift gets me all irritated and sweaty and irritated..did I say that all ready?
These are so simple. Get all your ingredients out, because you need to just whip them together…don’t waste no time my friend.