I'm sure I have become the world's worst blogger. I looked at the date of my last one and said that cannot be.
I worked for a great while tonight getting pictures loaded for a Pink Saturday post only to discover at 7:43PM that I had to have it submitted by 8:00 EST. So I'm already on tract with that one for next Saturday. Stay tuned because it is a doozie. I only have pink in one room, but it is pink, pink and more pink. I have 20 pictures.
I have been sewing alot, but forgetting to get pictures (yep, bad blogger). Nothing too exciting, but I like to share all I do.
Haven't even been keeping up with pictures of the grandkids like I should. Last Friday night I missed a good photo op when my sweaty 16 year old grandson came running up after his football game to give me a hug (In front of his team mates, I might add) Is that not just enough to bring tears. It did of course.
Four year old Jack had his first Soccer game last Saturday. Opps, forgot my camera. Besides that, I was a little late getting there and after the game, he said "Mamaw, next week, I'll run faster and kick the ball harder. Will you be on time?" Not only am I a bad blogger, but bad Mamaw too.
Enough of this pity party. Let's have some
This is what you need:
Using a wooden mallet, I smash 4-5 Butterfingers in the wrappers.
Good for taking out those "bad blogger" aggressions.
I like to make this when I first come home from the store with the ice cream, because it is already soft enough to slide out of the carton and into the bowl for stirring.
Add crushed butterfingers reserving some for sprinkling on top of pie and for garnishing each slice later.
Now stir until those bits of yumminess are well mixed in.
Quickly dump into Graham Cracker crust. Don't smooth with spoon...leave it mounded in center and sprinkle on some of reserved crushed Butterfingers. Now pop it into the freezer as it is already melting.
Oh darn, look what's left. Guess you know what I do with that.
Be prepared, because this is what you get...
(Don't you just love it when those new front teeth start coming in?)
when you show them this.
Even though he won't read this, Happy Birthday to my oldest son, Scott. He came into our world 41 yrs. ago today and we are so blessed to have him in our lives.