Mom, forgive me.
Fast forward to a reeeeeeally hot summer day at a gas station. I'm not one for gas station fare, but I am one for shakes. I'd consider myself quite the sugar-holic, and in my food pyramid, milkshakes have their own segment (along with lactose pills to go with said ice cream:).
I went up to this weird f'real cooler and assumed this is what my mom was referring to. I chose my flavor (cookies 'n cream will always be my first love), chose my shake thickness, and popped the cup in the holster (pretty sure it's not called a holster, but that seems appropriate)... a little blendy-blendy, and my cup reemerged looking just like a restaurant shake! Mike and I shared one because he doesn't love shakes as much as me (or because he knows I just drink his after I finish mine, so we might as well save money and "share").
Ahem...
I'm not kidding.
Best. Shake. Ever.
How is that possible!?!?
I have no idea. I'm asking you to trust me on this one.
Mike and I were actually fighting over it. Fighting. I was extremely irritated I didn't get my own.
So we went back.
Again.
And again.
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I can only vouch for the cookies 'n cream... but there were a ton of choices. Take your pick.
Oh, and because it's funny, watch this if you're bored.
As always, this is not a sponsored post. I do this out of the goodness of my heart, people!
You're welcome.
(I'm serious about this one. And I know my shakes. F'real.)
