I tend to be a fairly predictable person.
I, generally, don’t “keep people on their toes”. I don’t “fly by the seat of my pants”.
I like the norm. The status quo. A schedule.
I work well with structure and repetition.
That doesn’t translate into boring…I am just prepared. Isn’t that what we try and teach our children?
When people say they are looking for “spontaneity” and “excitement” I just don’t get it.
I have never been that person.
I like what I like, I do what I do, and I don’t need anyone coming in all willy-nilly messing up my order.
Don’t pop over unannounced. I don’t have a “pop over-able personality”. I need time to plan. To prepare. To “wrap my mind” around the fact that you are coming over.
You know, to go over possible talking points in my head…to plan snacks…to choose a nail color.
I don’t do spontaneous vacations. The thought of a get up and go trip gives me anxiety. There is far too much to do before a vacation. I need weeks, if not months to prepare. I mean it takes me days to pick out my “airplane outfit”, which is totally a thing, by the way.
I hear people when they are talking about finding a boyfriend or a husband, “He needs to be spontaneous”….why?
Trust me you do not want a spontaneous husband…one who is always going to be the “fun” parent while you are stuck doing homework and dishes.
I am still a fun person. At least that’s what I tell myself. I just like to plan my fun.
So back to predictability…
You come here and you know what you are going to get. That’s comforting.
I mean, what if I got all spontaneous and decided to make a cake out of beets or something. You would be disappointed…
And my goal is not to disappoint you. Along with being completely non-spontaneous, I am also quite needy, apparently.
So in keeping with tradition around these parts, I have made another krispie treat for you.
It’s a good one. Really good.
Nutter Butter Krispie Treats.
I nailed it.
First get you some Nutter Butter cookies. These are my husband’s most favorite store-bought cookie, behind the Golden Double Stuf Oreo and the Samoa Girl Scout. Man loves him some preservatives.
And then it might hurt your heart a little, but you have to chop them to smithereens.