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TIFU by telling my husband I’m making him a strawberry creme shake

We are still cleaning up the mess as I’m typing this, and wiping tears from our faces because this was just too funny not to share!

So, me and my husband drink shakes almost every night before going to bed and it’s something that we started doing more on regular since the pandemic started. After the Holidays, we decided to eat cleaner, so we’ve been on a mostly whole food plant-based diet and we had to get creative with our sweet treats at night.

We usually drink chocolate shakes or thin mint, but my husband’s favorite is strawberry. He usually uses strawberry jam and strawberry Nesquik powder, but since we started doing cleaner ingredients this couldn’t work, so I came up with my own recipe: fresh strawberries, frozen banana, coconut cream, dates for sweetness and vanilla extract.

We were watching Vikings on Hulu, smoking some weed, and just relaxing on the couch with our dog (a Siberian husky) when my husband asked me if I was going to make shakes. I said that I was and I told him what I was making.

He was pretty stoned, and I guess what I was describing sounded pretty good to him, because he got so excited about his healthy strawberry creme shake that he literally squealed in delight... which scared our husky that has been having digestive problems the last few days, causing the poor baby to shit diarrhea all over our relatively new couch we got back in September, which scared her even more and she peed and went to hide behind my back.

I ended up making the healthy shakes and we are sipping them right now, but we haven’t laughed like this in a long time. We had to give baby girl a bath too, and we are still cleaning up the mess she made. I have learned my mistake and I won’t be surprising my husband with any new shakes any time soon because that squeal was out of this world — and baby girl agrees with me 100%.

TL;DR: I came up with a healthy version of my husband favorite shake that he hasn’t had since the Holidays, and at the moment I conveyed that information to him, he squealed in joy, scared our dog who’s been having diarrhea for the last few days, and made her shit all over our relatively new couch.

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