*warning: if you love jello, run away & never look back at this post.*
so let me start by setting the scene...
it's tuesday night. it's like 10pm.
we're sitting at this lovely farmhouse dinner table and everything is all gravy.
{we = me,
jennifer,
julie &
rita.}
we're talking about quilts.
we're talking about family.
and then we started talking about food.
yeah we should've just stopped while we was ahead.
but NO. no we didn't.
*insert the jello conversation*
i'm not even entirely sure how we started talking about jello.
and honestly i think that once i found out the truth...i was in complete shock.
they proceed to tell me that jello is made from...hooves.
yep. real freaking hooves.
like from real pigs & real cows.
and not just their hooves but also their intestines.
i'm sitting there and all i can say is "shut the front door."
i'm literally reliving all the times i horked down some jello.
i'm talking throwing down some mad amounts of hooves in my day.
of course i don't believe it.
but NO someone {aka julie} says "google it!!!"
and so we google it WHILE rita grabs a box a jello from the kitchen.
bad idea. again.
let me just say that bill cosby is SO not on my favorite list of people right now.
shame on you bill cosby.
everything is SO not "OBKB" with this.
also keep in mind that i'm in the southern part of ohio.
i'm totally & completely kid free and without the hubby.
AND to top it ALL off.
i'm headed home last night and i'm not even kidding when i say that this...
my hubby says, and i quote, "the kids made you some sugar cookies & JELLO while you were gone."
what the heck?!?!
of course my kids made jello.
we haven't eaten jello in months BUT MY KIDS MADE ME JELLO!!!
yeah.
this is a true story.
and i'd like to say that no animals were harmed in that making of this blog post...
BUT i have a whole freaking bowl of hooves in my fridge as we speak.
epic fail.
♥ rachel
