Not to be confused with my neice, Puddin’. That’s not really her name but her parents can’t decide what to call her (Marianna, Mary Wilkes or Wilkes) so we are all sticking with Puddin’ til they make up their minds.
At any rate, I am trying desperately to get my fitness on again. I put Sadie in the car to go to a spin class today and came back inside to get Emma, who was hiding in the laundry room, eating PUDDING out of the package. That’d be the powdered kind. And yes, that is a basket FULL of clean laundry COMPLETELY covered in pudding mix.
This still isn’t funny to me. Mostly because even though I knocked the pudding off of the clothes outside and swept, I still haven’t mopped the floor and wiped down the cabinets like I need to. So you just go ahead and laugh for me, OK? I’m going to wait until I’m a MeeMaw and Emma has a child just like her.