When my 15 year-old daughter and I went shopping recently, we rewarded ourselves for slaving away, rack after rack, hunting great deals on cute tops, by ordering these glorious treats from Taco Bell. Say it with me: "Strawberry Mango Fruitista Freeze."
At the very moment we were pulling away from the drive-through window and taking our first glorious sips of these glorious treats, the first few bars of "Ice, Ice Baby" came on the radio. We both looked at each other with cheeks full of iciness and raised our eyebrows like, "Really?" We both started laughing and doing synchronized bouncing (a la "Night at the Roxbury" guys) when I turned it all the way up, Baybee. Good times. Because no one could see us.
I usually post a video to go along with my dumb weekend posts, and you would think I'd show Vanilla Ice here, but you'd be wrong. I'm loving Jim Carey doing Vanilla Ice.