Well it's been a long winter, people, but the Queen is coming back out of hibernation. If only she can lose all the winter weight she put on during that hibernation process... then forgot to use up since she just never quit eating. I'm sure some of it was a good idea at the time, but frankly I've managed to confuse myself so I'm not entirely sure. Regardless, I currently look like a pregnant badger if I happen to put on a fur coat... so I just don't. Anyway, that really wasn't my point here. Not that that's ever stopped me before, but the point is that I do HAVE a point! The Queen has a story to share! (I know. I know. Try to hold down the applause. I've missed you too.)
'Cause pregnant badger don't care!
So here's what happened. Monday night, MPH (My Poor Husband) and I went to a party for a service club we belong to. One of my dear friends was hosting the event, and there were all kinds of fun games. One was a game where you had to guess the number of marshmallows in this cylindrical glass jar. Well, me being the geek that I am, I asked if I could use math and if I could hold the jar. The answer to both was yes, so I whipped out a calculator and after a couple of initial attempts at calculations that I knew were wrong as soon as I saw the final number, I realized I needed to divide by pi to get my real guess. I did that and jokingly told the friend of mine who was running the game that I had the right answer, and she could quit taking up guesses. It was divide by pi for the win!
Well, it turns out that I was EXACTLY right! I had the exact number of marshmallows in the jar on my answer. No one was more shocked than me! Okay, maybe my friend was because she took one look at my answer and had to turn around and walk away to avoid letting me see her expression.
Now, flash forward to this morning and MPH is trying to show our princesses the jar and the marshmallows at breakfast to tell them the story... apparently with a moral. He got to the point where he told them I had figured out the exact number and guessed it and was planning to go on to explain how important math was and how that’s what I’d used to get my answer. (It seems there had been some discussion this morning about not liking math.) Unfortunately, MPH forgot his audience. My oldest daughter took one look at the jar and cut him off completely to tell him what the REAL moral of the story was. And after some thought he decided he really couldn’t argue with her.
The princess' explanation? “Mom really knows her marshmallows!”
Poor MPH. Things never go quite as he expects.
Oh and the question has already come up. What did I win?! Well, it was a cylindrical jar of marshmallows, of course! Yum yum yum.
