The point of it all (is really to use more bullets).

• Death  Cab for Cutie is playing from Silas's macbook pro as I stare at the screen of my own macbook, thinking about what I want to blog. Silas is sitting next to me, also blogging. We're kind of competing for blog hits right now. We're kind of total and complete geeks.  
• Not that this will surprise any of you.
• You are all quite aware of this, I'm sure. 
• In fact, that statement of fact was totally unnecessary. 
• As was that one.

• Anyway(s?), the point of this post is to tell you about something very important that happened this evening; I had ice cream for dinner. 
• In fact, not only did I have ice cream, but I had ice cream covered in reeses cups, kit kat bars, and milk duds. 
• And not only that, but I topped it off with chocolate fudge sauce and swedish fish.
• Oh, yeah.
  

•  And you know what I had for dessert? Chocolate brownies made by my husband, who is a freaking amazing cook.
• Tomorrow night he has promised to make me his long bragged about family recipe of "Spaghetti Without Meat" or what he sometimes refers to as "Mayonnaise Spaghetti".'
• Can. Not. Wait.
• I love my husband.