So with all the awesome funfetti and rainbow chip treats around our house right now, my scale has been getting a little mad at me. In an effort to not actually break the scale, I was working on my fitness at the gym this morning. Normally that’s at about 5:30 in the morning. But today it was about 8:30 a.m.
I’m pretty lucky this week. I work for a smaller company and most of our people were going to be traveling to see clients this week, so I get to work from home for the week. Hence the later work out time. Rock on!
The only thing is, my husband just left his old job and starts a new job tomorrow. So this morning he was hanging around the house. He is one of those skinny people that can eat anything and never get fat. It’s so not fair. Especially since I’m the one that loves all things unhealthy.
So I’m almost dying, I mean working out on the stairmaster and I get a phone call from him. I normally don’t keep my phone with me when I work out, but I had forgotten my reading material (People mag) and I had my phone so that I could pin stuff on pintrest with torturing myself on a machine.
So I answer and he’s checking to make sure his phone was working. It’s new since he just left his job. Ok.
About 10 minutes later, another call.
I don’t really like to be bothered when I’m working out. I don’t like to go to the gym with a friend. I’m actually working out. Not justing looking pretty on a machine. Which means I can’t really talk. I’m breathing heavily here!
So I answer, sounding somewhat annoyed. And half dead.
“Hey, what’s up?”
I hear nothing. I check again to make sure.
“Hello? You there?”
Nothing. So I hang up and call him back to see what he needs. It must be important if he’s calling twice during my work out.
“Hey babe! What’s up?” he says.
“Just on the stairmaster,” I say, not so thrilled.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it”
“Come on. You’ve gone through the trouble of calling and now me calling you back. What is it?”
“Can you pick me up an Egg McMuffin on the way home?”
“Yea, ok. Bye.”
Seriously?!? I’m workin’ on my fitness here and you are bugging me for an Egg McMuffin. Stupid, skinny husband.
Not really, I love him.
Anyways, back to the reason I’m in this predicament – Funfetti Week!
Today’s recipe is AWESOME. Especially if you’re more into ice cream than you are cake. Funfetti Cake Batter Ice Cream Pie – with ribbons of rainbow chip icing, of course.
And my husband went pretty crazy over it! It truly tastes like funfetti cake, but in ice cream form.
I tried to give some of it away to our neighbors because – let’s face it – I need to not eat it. But he freaked out. He did not want to share. Now I’m the one working overtime at the gym.
Oh well, it’s just one week.
Modified from Sally’s Baking Addiction
Here are the links to some other awesome Funfetti recipes:
This post is linked to Crazy for Crust’s Pi Day Pie Party 2013.