A Manshare Unit

     My oldest child was home sick all last week with the flu.  She still has violent coughing spells.  I am now one of the fallen.  I have felt poorly for days now and was up most of last night coughing my brains out.  I got up this morning disheveled and lurked into the kitchen for my coffee.  This moment was going to be the highlight of my day until I got wind of the most dreaded three words any woman can hear...  Your husband stating, "I'm now sick."  MOTHER FUCKER SHITBALLS OF ALL THINGS HOLY....  NO.  Why!??!?! WHY ME?!?!?!?  Have I not suffered enough for the past 12 days!??!?!?
     I have felt like luke warm cat litter shit for days now, and I never once made mention that I felt bad to my husband.  It would be a moot point.  A complete waste of breath.  My life does not change if I am sick.  I just get to do all of my normal duties feeling like hammered monkey crap.  If I were to contract Ebola tomorrow, I would just strap on a surgical mask and continue on with my normal daily functions.  
     It is actually my fault.  I should have seen this coming a few days ago.  Every time I coughed, my husband would start hacking, as well.  True to male genetics, his coughs were actually competing with mine - they were louder and lasted longer.  It is in moments like these that I start daydreaming and my mind ventures into Unicorn Land.  What is that you ask???  Unicorn Land is my altered state of mind that I go into during a state of crisis.  I envision amazing things.  My Mom was the one that designated my daydreaming as Unicorn Land.  I have zero resilience for crisis mode - I fold like a deck of cards.  I have been that way my entire life.  The first time that I ever got a UTI in college, I called my Mom and announced that my entire excretory system was shutting down.  She patiently listened to my symptoms and let me know that I merely had a bladder infection.  My Mom always handled the nasty or stressful junctures in my life.  Instead of facing traumatic issues head on like a normal human being, I just start thinking about whimsical conditions.  As a child, it was things like rainbows, unicorns, oily stickers, my Strawberry Shortcake collection, unlimited pairs of stonewashed GUESS jeans, and spending a day with Madonna.
     As an adult, I still take mental jaunts over to Unicorn Land.  The only difference would be the goods that I dream about - a credit card with no limit, a tapeworm so that I can eat whatever I want and still stay thin, a Latin cabana boy to serve me and my friends by my pool every summer,  a live-in manicurist that speaks English, and a manshare unit for my husband.
     TODAY, I especially yearn for a manshare unit.  Much like a timeshare concept, a manshare unit would be a place for us to send our husbands to for a few days while we regain our patience.  A timeout corner for husbands.  It will be a multi-bedroom apartment or condo shared amongst friends.  When your husband gets sick, has a huge project at work, his favorite sports team has lost, starts to lecture you about your spending habits, or you just need a break - off he goes to the manshare unit.  It is basically a pad for our punished husbands to escape to without upsetting the ecosystem at home.  It will be a win-win for all parties involved.  They can go and sleep all day at the manshare unit when they get a cold.  They can go and knock out their presentation without tormenting the entire family with their crappy mood.  They can go and commiserate with other husbands when their football team loses.  The wives involved will have cleaning duty once a quarter on a rotating schedule.  The designated wife will go in wearing a hazmat suit to tidy up the manshare unit when it is her turn.  I even have the design of the manshare unit laid out.  The following is a blueprint of my manshare unit dream.  Behold, my Unicorn Land...

Carpet is never a good idea for a pad where only men reside.  Neither is wood floor - it is far too expensive to replace after it has inevitably been trashed.  The manshare unit will only be cement floors adorned with a drain in the center of each room.  This way you can just hose it down when it is your turn to clean it.

Since there will be numerous husbands staying there at any given time, a stackable fridge is a MUST.  There are multiple layers of fridge space designated for each husband.  They each get their own refrigerated drawers to store their bologna and processed cheese in during their visit. 

Speaking of food, there will be a pallet of Ramen noodles on hand at all times.  The average man's cooking expertise level is preschooler, so Ramen is the only safe bet to leave there should they opt not to order a pizza.

Every man dreams of having a Kegerator in his home.  The answer to that will always be a hard pass from your wife.  It is not asking a lot to be a level above a caveman and keep your beer in a bottle in the fridge at home.  The manshare unit is a different story.  If the lodgers there want to drink their beer straight from the tap like a heathen, feel free.  This is your space. 

Let's move onto the core furnishings displayed in the main living area.   The couch is a lovely microfiber cotton blend camouflage number with side pockets for convenient beer storage.  The coffee table is a Nintendo controller replica that was found on the side of a dumpster.

The primary wall hangings will be Star Wars character taxidermy.  One husband had a friend that lost his job and thought that this would be a lucrative business venture after the recent Star Wars hype.  The "artist" only sold three pieces - to his imbecile friend on the manshare unit lease that encouraged this dumbass idea.      

The male dwellers are not going to wash sheets or make beds.  It just won't happen.  There will be a huge indoor hammock for everyone to crash on.  This affords the husbands the opportunity to have sleepovers.  A slumber party is a real deal closer at the end of any manshare unit tour.  Both the wives and husbands on the manshare unit lease agree that tours of the facility are a novel idea.  The more men on the list lowers the monthly bills.  The more wives on the list lowers the amount of times a wife has to slap on that hazmat suit and clean up the pit.

When men tackle their daily faculties, it is an event.  It lasts 25 minutes at the bare minimum for every trip.  The manshare unit will have a throne seat for a toilet.  We want you to truly savor every minute of such a coveted moment in your day.

If your husband happens to be banished to the manshare unit for a simple cold, there are actual bedrooms for him to sleep in.  Each bedroom will come equipped with a baby sound machine retooled for a grown man when he is being a pussy.  Instead of soothing beach waves or crickets chirping, it will be a woman's voice occasionally saying things like - "There, there...  You will feel better soon."  "A cool towel on your head will make you feel better."  "Be sure and stay hydrated."  After all, you do not want to come across as a total cold hearted bitch, do you?!?!?!?   

I know what you are thinking as you read the manshare unit design...  We are going to trust that our husbands will not turn their stay into a frat house brothel?!?!?  YEAH - NO.  The manshare unit will be video monitored at all times of the day.  At any point, a wife can pull up the live video streaming in each room on her phone - including the throne toilet.  If anything, it will be entertaining to time just how long your husband can sit stewing in his own stench.  They are toddlers - they need to be monitored.  It is for their own good.

Now that we have discussed the future of our manshare unit, we deserve a drink!

To keep up with the theme of making things simple for simple creatures like men, behold the Jack and Coke dispenser!  Does it get any easier than an adult beverage version of Culligan's water!?!?!?  If it was a Cabarnet Sauvignon and Riesling dispenser, I might even consider having one of these in my own home!  Maybe.  Cheers!

     

  

  

Hippity Hoppity - Crazy Is Here To Save The Daaaaayyyy

I am an Aggie through and through...  I hate change.  In fact, I DETEST change.  * please say those two sentences in a robot voice * I like to make plans WEEKS in advance - just to always know what to expect.  I don't function well with the unexpected.  I know, I know - Chris is one lucky man to live with such an exciting, fly by the seat of her pants kind of gal, right?!?!?!  I am just comforted by the thought of having my life all mapped out in front of me - you know, weeks in advance.  And, very few things in this lifetime throw me off of my schedule more than having Easter in March.  NOOOOO... It just stresses me out!  Do I leave my Easter decorations out through the entire month of April even though Easter has already come and gone?!?!?!  Do I even moderately give a nod to St. Patrick's Day?!?!!?  My eye is literally twitching as I type this...  Easter belongs in APRIL.  Luckily for me, I like to plan my Easter gifts unnecessarily and obnoxiously early.  This leaves my calendar wide open to plan my children's 4th of July outfits.  Do I need medication???  ABSOLUTELY.  Alas, there is nothing on the market yet for this level of crazy.  At my girl's Valentine's Day parties, I was telling a few of my really close friends that they should just come to me for the next event on the social calendar.  I happily offered this service when two of them innocently shared with me that they had purchased Valentines for the party the night before...  The wind got knocked out of me for about 30 seconds.  I sadly looked at their children and touched my heart in utter sympathy.  I silently whispered "I am here to help, little ones" to them.  Do my friends not realize that they are messing with their kid's Pre-K careers here - I mean, don't they care?!?!!?  Or, do they just have a life unlike myself?!?!? When I was able to regain normal brain activity, I happily told them that I would offer my ridiculously premature holiday gift aid to both of them before the Easter party.   SO, here it is!  Ready!?!?!?  

Dollar Tree is stocked with both whirly pops and mallow pops right now!  I hit the Dollar Spot at Target for some cute Easter pieces to bling these pops out!  The Dollar Spot at Target has a set of 16 cardstock Easter eggs in multiple colors for just $1.  They also have a set of 6 felt Easter bunnies in various colors for $1.  The simple addition of these Easter ingredients onto lollipops makes for a fab Easter gift!  You could also remove the plastic cover altogether from the mallow pop and adorn it with a cute bow and tag!

The Dollar Spot at Target currently has 4 small jars for $3.  I purchased edible grass from the Easter candy section at Target.  I also purchased peeps, small chocolate bunnies, and jelly beans from Dollar Tree!  The peeps come in a pack of 4 and the chocolate bunnies come in a pack of 6!  You take the ingredients and make a fun Easter candy jar!  If you want to really jazz your gift up, attach a gift tag to the peeps jar saying "Happy Easter To One Of My Favorite Peeps".  If you go with the chocolate bunny jar, the tag can say "Some Bunny Loves You"!

The candy jars are ALSO a delightful option for your Easter teacher gifts, too!  I made these last year for my girls' teachers and for my MOPS table, and they were a HUGE hit!  You can purchase Mason jars at Target and the larger chocolate bunnies at Dollar Tree in white or milk chocolate.  You start with the edible grass, and I used M&Ms instead of the jelly beans, then you pop in that large bunny.  Once again, if you want to kick up the gift a notch, add a gift tag saying "Thank You For Being An Egg-cellent Teacher"!

Dollar Tree has an adorable carrot lollipop bouquet available right now!  Each one has a total of 6 lollipops for just $1.  I took the bouquet apart and tied two of the pops together with some cute Easter ribbon that can also be found at Dollar Tree!  Once again, you could add a cute gift tag saying "Carrot Crossing" like a street sign with a bunny on it!

Dollar Tree also has these divine gumball machines available in Spring colors!  You can fill them with traditional bubble gum OR with Jelly Beans for some fab Bunny Day flare!  A fun gift tag for these could say something like "Hippity Poppity ~ Easter Is On It's Way" as a fun play on words regarding the bubble gum!

This is a super simple gift!  Just buy some Wilton plastic cones (the kind you use to frost/decorate cookies and cakes) and fill them with Goldfish, Cheetos, or Cheese Balls!  Close it by tying green ribbon or ric rac at the top!  

These two dishy lollipops just might be the most delightful things that I have ever seen in my life!  The bunny mask pop is the size of an actual mask to cover a child's face!  The crazy cuteness factor is off the chart!  Both of these pops are only $1.50 each and can be found in the Easter candy section at Target.  If you want them, hurry because they will sell out FAST!  The "Carrot Crossing" and "Some Bunny Loves You" gift tags would also look ravishing tied onto these presh pops!

The Dollar Spot at Target has these charming bunny jars in two packs for only $3!  These would make darling teacher gifts with some yummy Easter candy in them!  These will undoubtedly sell out quickly, as well, so hop on over to Target soon!  

~ Side bar:  If you do not have someone in your rolodex to make fun gift tags or party paper products for you, feel free to reach out to my girl, Erin Lee!  She lives here in McKinney across from Boyd.  If you are not local, she can ship, too :)  I have used Erin for years!  If you have a saying in mind or even just a theme, she can design something amazing for you...  Feel free to shoot her a message on her Facebook page should you decide to add some tags to your Easter class goodies - https://www.facebook.com/loveleecustominvitationsandmore ~

After all of this hard work getting our kids ready for their Easter parties, we deserve a drink!

Easter Basket Cocktail

Ingredients:

1 1/2 ounces of Cherry Vodka

1/2 ounce Triple Sec

3 ounces of half and half

Dash of grenadine

Shake all ingredients with ice until chilled.  Pour into a glass with a Peep on the rim - cheers!!

  

 

Kid Latin

There are so many outlets when it comes to creativity as a parent.  If you have a toddler, you can slip peas into their macaroni and cheese to get in those required nutrients.  If your child is not old enough to tell time, bedtime is as soon as it gets dark even if it is only 6:30.  If your child cannot read, you can fib the tale and skip over some of the pages during story time.  If your child has no concept of money, they will think that a penny is all the money in the world and pick up the entire play room for one!  You can say inappropriate things in front of them because they have absolutely no clue what a thundercunt from hell is...  The world of friendship and spouse chatter remains hollowed ground until...  UNTIL that day when you get a choice phrase repeated right back to you.  You pause.  You ask them to repeat it back to you.  Just to be sure, you then ask them to repeat it one more time.  You listen ever so closely and lean in..  It was not the right inflection nor the correct enunciation, but that was definitely a dirty bird word.  Well-played, kiddo.  Then, you mentally say about 13 cuss words in your head.  Your mind goes into catastrophe mode.  I wonder who else has heard my daughter say that???  I REALLY hope that she didn't repeat it on the playground at her Christian preschool!!!  You run into the closet and call your husband.  He lectures you on how you should have stopped cussing like a sailor in front of your child months ago.  You hang up and flip off your cell phone hoping that your unsympathetic husband feels a twinge of pain at his desk.  You sit there in shock and ponder how you are ever going to effectively communicate as an adult again without occasionally dropping the f bomb.  This is when you have to learn Kid Latin.  These are phrases that still get your point across, but they will not bring irreparable harm to your child's ears.  One of the first Kid Latin phrases that I adopted was "Astarstar" or "Astarstarhole".  In written text, it would look like this:  A**.  Do not pronounce the "a" like "ah", pronounce it like "aaayyyy".  It is SO liberating to still be able to tell your friend in the Chick Fil A play area that your child acted like a complete "astarstar" at the grocery store over the weekend.  Your child continues on their merry way because they have absolutely no clue what an "astarstar" means.  The venue when I undoubtedly cuss the most is in my car.  There are SO many idiots on the road, and the cuss words just literally roll off my tongue with such ease.  The fact that I cuss at other drivers is a long-lived Swick family tradition.  I can remember sitting on 'the hump' next to my Pampa in his Buick as a child when he would angrily scream, "What the hell are you doing, you silly ASSHOLE!!!" to other drivers on the road like it was yesterday.  Ah, the mems...  And, let's be honest - all other motorists on the road are just not at your level of driving expertise, so they deserve to be cussed out.  This is when I learned to use the word "Jackwagon".  My girls now think that all "Jackwagons" are trucks and mini vans.  This is no coincidence because typically the worst drivers on the road ARE Moms in mini vans or rednecks in their monstrous rigs.   I yell "Jackwagon" at least once a day.  Try it on for size the next time some driver cuts you off without any remorse.   One day, my friend was trying to explain to me in front of our kids some recent mean girl behavior that she had witnessed.  She carefully shared that the girl's overall behavior had been reminiscent of the adjective that rhymes with the word "itchy".  Perfect way to use some Kid Latin on the fly - bravo!!!!  BUT, our fear in using the word 'itchy' to describe obnoxious behavior was that it sounded entirely too close to the actual word and could easily be repeated.  We thought long and hard, and we finally decided to refer to all bitchy behavior from that point forward as "Monistat".  Did you see that girl on the carousel?!?!?!?  She is a grade A "Monistat".  If you are not understanding our reference, just look up what Monistat is used to treat...  My husband is really talented at thinking on his feet.  It is probably one of his best qualities.  Over Christmas break, we thought that it would be fun to take our girls to Cabela's.  As we walked in, their eyes glimmered with excitement.  They looked around in awe and wonderment until our oldest child noticed that there were animals everywhere - most of them hanging on the walls.  She got misty eyed and inquired why there were SO many animals in one location that did not move.  My husband let her know that they were all stuffed.  The questions really started streaming in at rapid succession.  Without even skipping a beat, Chris looked right at our kids and let them know that Cabela's is a retirement home for animals.  As animals start to deteriorate or get sick, they migrate there to die in comfort.  The animals seen everywhere are monuments in honor of their lives.  UM.   My husband is a Kid Latin Jedi Master!  I have a lot that I can learn from him.  To this day, when we drive past Cabela's, our kids loudly announce how it is a world famous retirement home for animals!  Creativity is needed in every aspect of our lives.  It is what makes my life and your life so unique.  The same can be said for decorating...  There are no rules when it comes to home decorating - I encourage you to think outside of the box and step out of your comfort zone.  Be creative.

My husband loves to hunt.  He has several trophy animal skin rugs that he likes to exhibit.  I personally felt our home was a little too formal for dead animals lying on the ground, but I reluctantly put some of them out.  And, I think that they look stunning!  It took me several attempts and multiple locations, but I finally found just the right place for them!

Chris had several paintings that belonged to his deceased Mom.  They are undoubtedly unique, but were not something that I would have picked out myself.  I have one displayed on an easel in our formal dining room and the others arranged in a gallery wall layout in the hall.  You would be surprised how often I get compliments and am asked about these pictures! 

Chris has a few European mounts.  I have adamantly bucked him on hanging any type of mount in our house for as long as we have been together.  Recently, resin mounts came into style, and I told him that I would be open to finding one to display.  Of course, he was practically foaming at the mouth at the prospect.  We shopped around, and I found this one that I really wanted!  It is so gorgeous!  BUT, it came with one resounding problem as we tried to hang it...  It is white and blended into our walls - you could scarcely see it once it was adorned to any location.  So, he came up with the idea to hang it in the middle of this architectural piece!  

The best way to get creative with your decor is to appropriately layer your vignettes.  I used the above example to show you what I mean.  I simply grabbed a few objects around my house to put out on this piece.  In the first example, they are flatly displayed sitting next to each other.  It looks perfectly acceptable, but it still needs some pizazz.  In the second example, I have layered the items.  My two favorite layering tricks are to use books and cake plates in varying shapes and sizes.  By giving the pieces alternate heights, the vignette manifests into a more distinctive look.  The biggest trick to decorating is to be different - just be you.  After most people find something that they like, their immediate thought is - "BUT, where will I put it?!?!?"  I truly encourage you to purchase it IF you are in love with it.  If the price is right, and you would consider marrying it if you were single, BUY IT.  The fun part comes next - the adventure in finding a place to display it in your home!  Now that we have creatively learned how to communicate around our kids and deck out our homes, let's have a drink!!!

If you love lemonade AND you love beer, why not combine the two to make a Beerade!!!  These are SO yummy and refreshing by the pool!  As the weather remains so beautiful, it makes me long for pool time and beerades!

Ingredients:

A 12 ounce beer (I recommend a pilsner)

1 ounce of Vodka

1/4 cup of lemonade concentrate

Mix the frozen concentrate into the beer/vodka mixture and serve over ice!  Cheers!

   

Want To Get Laid On Valentine's Day?!?!??!?!?!?!?

Valentine's Day is strictly a holiday for women.  You will be hard pressed to find a man that claps his hands in giddy delight when the topic of Valentine's Day is brought up in his presence.  In fact, I feel that men have just slowly been programmed to know what to do on Valentine's Day over the years by their spouse.  Their wife went bat shit crazy one year.  It only takes once.  She either did not get a V-Day gift at all OR she got a really, really crappy one.  A man's brain is not complex - it is easy to mold.  I think that a resounding siren starts to go off in their brains as February 14th approaches...  It sounds a lot like a tornado siren - "Don't fuck up - get a great gift...  Don't fuck up - get a great gift...."  And, a mental note has been made to never, ever repeat that one botched Valentine's Day gift EVER. AGAIN.  Grocery stores are brilliant - they now have circus tents set up in front of them with piles and piles of V-Day gift options ready for immediate purchase.  The symbolism behind a circus tent filled with these gifts is simple - men are clueless clowns.  The tent is simply a large beacon pointing them in the right direction for a gift - any gift - to get through Valentine's Day with a modicum of success.  But, I am here to tell you guys, you should actually LOVE Valentine's Day.  It is one of the days throughout the year that you are guaranteed sex IF you get the right gift.  It really is that simple.  Instead of dreading it, you should relish in it's approach - retrain your brain alarm to say - "If I get her a great gift, I will get laid...  If I get her a great gift, I will get laid..."  And, that is why I am writing this post for you!  Here are a lists of do's and don'ts gifts for Valentine's Day.  If you follow this simple map that I am laying out for you, then X will mark your wife's g-spot.  Let's start with the Don'ts list...

Guys, we don't want lingerie - much less lingerie from Strippers R Us.  A gift of lingerie is not really a gift for the woman in your life - it's a gift for YOU.  I have a lot of friends that buy lingerie in anticipation of the V-Day festivities.  If you play your cards right, trust me, you will get to see some fancy panties!

A book of sex checks is - once again - strictly a gift for the guy.  It is basically an indirect way of calling your wife a call girl.  'Pay To The Order Of: Hand Job or Spank Me' tends to not translate well with a woman...

If you are going to go the fresh flowers route, please don't buy carnations.  The thoughts that resonate with a woman who receives carnations is typically 'cheap' or '7-11'...

Whomever came up with the concept that a life-size Teddy Bear is a sweet and romantic Valentine's Day gift needs to be drug out into the street and shot.  What the hell is one supposed to even do with a ginormous Teddy Bear!?!?!?  What purpose does it serve?  Repeat with me - NO ADULT FEMALE WANTS AN 8-FOOT TEDDY BEAR AS A GIFT.  Ever.

Nothing from Kay Jewelers...  And, I do mean nothing...  Zilch.  Not one thing.  The above example should serve as a perfect reason why to never step foot into a mall jewelry store.  What is that thing any how?  An alien heart with wings?  A mutilated coat hanger with a halo?  A Star Wars character reveal for the next movie?  Sorry, Jane Seymour - fail.

Now that I have shown you a list of things that are guaranteed to NOT get you any action, let me now show you the light...  Here is my Do's list:

You can never go wrong with Kendra Scott - anything Kendra Scott.  Her jewelry ranges from very reasonable to somewhat pricy, and it so trendy right now!  As soon as she sees that box, her hormones will surge...

Mommies want a break.  Mommies want to feel pampered.  A spa package is an amazing V-Day gift idea - in fact, if you want to join in on the fun, buy a couple's spa package!

A Tory Burch handbag - any color, shape, style, material will also land you in her pants.  The fact that you even know who Tory Burch is will be a major turn on!  The great thing about Tory purses is that pricing for them also ranges from very reasonable to getting a bonus BJ for this purchase.

Tory Burch ballet flats will make her go 'ooohhhh' and 'ahhhhh' more than once that day.  If you have no clue what size shoe your wife wears, simply walk into the closet and pull out a shoe.  The size will be listed on there plain as day.  Write it down - go buy these shoes.  Quick hint: A TB purse AND TB ballet shoes together for a V-Day gift will probably equal a nooner for you.  They are that exciting...

A pair of really cute sunglasses is always a fab Valentine's Day gift.  Spring is almost here.  If you have kids in outdoor sports, they will be a much coveted gift.  PLUS, all of her friends at the games will be asking her where she got those amazing sunglasses.  She can proudly tell them that her husband picked them out.  This might lead to residual sex after said outdoor sports activities.  Don't panic - if you do not know which pair to get, just ask the lady behind the counter at Nordstrom's what the latest styles are, THEN tell your wife that YOU personally picked them out.  How will she ever find out the real truth!?!!?!?  SCORE.

Hunter rain boots.  If you want her to literally be putty in your hands - go with Hunter rain boots.  Once again, her shoe size can be found on any number of shoes laying in your closet.  She might even do a style show for you later - wearing JUST the boots.  Yes, they are that magical.  

A super cute pair of Spring material TOMS is a great gift!  These shoes are very reasonably priced, and will also be panty droppers.  I am telling you - the fact that you even know her shoe size or how to navigate a Nordstrom's will get any wife all hot and bothered!

Don't have a lot to spend on a Valentine's Day gift this year?  That is totally fine...  The sexiest thing that a man can do is google 'love letters', print it off, write it out in his own handwriting in a card, then present it to his wife.  Guaranteed nookie trap!

After 13 years with my husband, he knows the way right to my heart...  Cash.  Oh, how I love me some cash!  It is not traceable 3 months later when you get audited on your credit card.  It is accepted at any and all shopping establishments.  It feels so crisp on my finger tips as I pass it across the counter to buy something.  If your wife likes to spend like me, just slip some cash in with that forged love note, and she will be your love slave!  Now that I have gotten everyone all hot and bothered, let's make a drink! 

So, let's learn how to make the Blow Job shot.  Let's just be honest - that's what all men are aiming for on Valentine's Day any way...  

Ingredients:

3/4 ounce of Kahlua

3/4 ounce of Bailey's

Whipped cream

In a shot glass, pour in your Kahlua first, then layer your Bailey's on top.  Top with whipped cream.  If you have enough of these, you might just get the real thing AND a bonus use for the whipped cream that evening!  Cheers!