comment icon 103 more comments My heart and soul are melting down the page. See how I did that? That was me melting into an ocean of peanut butter pie filling. I know a lot of people don’t love showers, of the gifting variety, but I love babies and I love baby showers. All 3 that I’ve ever been to, anyways. My best friend is having a baby (squee!) so this weekend we threw a little baby shindig for her soon-to-be newborn baby boy. To honor his precious life, we shot cutesy peanut butter pie shooters, which sounds way more trashy than it was. It was more classy. More like licked desserts out of mini glasses and ate the Oreo crumbs off the floor. And then sniffed candy bars melted into diapers for a prize. Why is that fun? In my perfect world, I would pay someone to massage my scalp with one of those little head scratcher thingies that looks like a stick with wire legs while I ate, took, shot, inhaled, licked shooters of peanut butter pie filling. Then I would pay that someone not to tell anyone about how my face smelled like cream cheese, or about the Oreo crumbles in my hair, or about the way I’d intentionally put less filling in each shooter glass so I’d have extra to lick out of the bowl. And on second thought, I wouldn’t pay them, because it would be my perfect world. Going now. PS. They’re actually called scalp massagers (thanks Goog), and you should get one. You should also get those dessert shooter glasses. I got mine here. 4.8 from 11 reviews
