Working for a Frosty

Okay, I spent today cleaning like really cleaning... that kind of sweeping and seriously dusting baseboards and clearing off that pile of random papers that ends up on the desk kind of work. The pulling things out and sweeping behind them kind of work. The kind I am not prone to do. But it was only right. I couldn't sit idle while Troy went to BSF meeting and then onto my uncle's cabin to work the day away. He does it all so joyfully, so dutifully, so willingly. If he can do that, I can do the sweeping and other drudgery that he actually normally does at our house.

Anyway, I spent the day doing things I don't normally do and felt quite good about it. So good that I didn't even realize that I had not eaten all day. Now before you call Child Protective Services, I did feed my boys, but I didn't want what they were having so I kept putting off my meals. Plus, I just needed to get one more thing done, then I would take a break to eat. That time never came.

So, as the day slipped away, we got our showers and then readied ourselves for church. Before church we did make a stop at Sam's Club. We had to pick up a certain kind of bread that Troy wanted for his french toast casserole we are having tomorrow. I did have a couple of bites of a soft pretzel there and then a few "samples" of the holiday fare that Sam's is hocking. But, still no supper.

I took the boys to church by myself as Troy had work to finish in Shelbyville. The sermon was on Mary and Martha and the way Martha was so busy fixing the meal she forgot to spend time with Jesus. Well, I wouldn't say I was a Martha today. I did take time this morning to pray and be in God's Word. I spent time at His feet just as Mary did, but I sure did do my best also to be a Martha as I dutifully completed my work at home. I suppose I hit a good balance today, but of course that is not always the case.

After church, we had not eaten a real supper, so I took the boys to the Wendy's drive thru. We also picked up supper for Troy as he was just rolling into town. I don't like to eat so late, but that seems to happen to us on Saturdays lately. The real reason I wanted to write this blog, was to ask you all a question. No, I don't want to know if you are a Mary or a Martha. I want to know "What is a frosty anyway?" Is it a super thick shake? Is it really soft "soft serve"? Why do they give you a straw and a spoon? I mean really it is too thick to drink with a straw and almost too messy to eat with a spoon. I am pretty sure it isn't really a dairy product. Is it a dessert to be eaten at the end of the meal or a beverage to be savored with the fries? If you can answer this question, I welcome a response. Meanwhile I am going to take a few tums and sign off.