I couldn’t help it though. Have you tasted the International Delights Cold Stone Creamery Sweet Cream coffee creamer? Holy cow, that stuff is good. I mean really, really good.

I’ve also been known to take a nibble of KerryGold butter, by itself. We won’t get into that now though.

Back to the creamer, meant for coffee……

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My husband and I celebrated our 8 year wedding anniversary last week. We were married on November 19, 1999 and have been going strong ever since. Nick spoils me rotten, is a fantastic husband in each and every way, and is one of the best father’s I know. He works extremely hard, is very good at what he does, and is a smart, intelligent, caring, thoughtful man. I am very lucky!

As I was reflecting back on the past 8 years, I started thinking about our marriage and the boundaries that have been set.  There are things I have never done in front of my husband. Some things, I just think, are better left not shared between couples. One of those things is using the bathroom. I have never been one to be able to pee with the door wide open while chatting with others. I can’t think of anything more awkward than that! I also do not floss my teeth in front of him and I don’t shave my legs / underarms in front of him. I figure that in some situations, a little modesty never hurt anyone. (I know that modesty went completely out the window after my first baby was born and after a very difficult birth, my hubby had to help me and my big, fat, bloated mess, take a shower….I an only hope that memory isn’t frozen firmly in his mind!)

Modesty when eating is another thing. Monkey bread, for instance, is not something that you can eat without getting a little enthusiastic about. It is hard not to just pull bite after bite after bite off of the bread and shove it into your mouth…the caramel dripping from your chin and covering your fingers.  In an attempt to bring a little civility to our table Thanksgiving morning, I decided to make dainty, little, Monkey Bread Minis. We could all sit around with our individual monkey bread minis, and eat like modest, civilized human beings…

Yeah, right. These monkey bread minis were perfect and as ooey gooey as it comes. Even though the portions were smaller, it did not prevent us all from getting a little crazy with the monkey bread. Everyone, including myself, had little bits of carmel here and there and pulling apart the minis was just as barbaric as reaching in to grab a piece off a big loaf.

My husband saw me eat monkey bread and he loves me anyway. Sometimes sharing a little more than normal isn’t a bad thing.

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