I never really eat ice cream.
Like, I guess, I kinda find the calorie intake overwhelming or whatever so I usually don't partake in desserting in general. I might have a bite of someone else's deal, but I NEVER eat sweets with no one around, mostly for fear of being walked in on by a stranger and then that person assuming that I always veg out. Although, if I'm home alone and someone unexpectedly walks in on me, it seems that I would have bigger problems. Like burglary. Or sexual assault.
My supertall and perma-thin husband, however, for the last 6 weeks, has been seriously binging on some Ben and Jerry's. Because he wants to. Because he can. So we have been fully stocked with all sorts of ridiculous frozen pints of naughtiness, and even still, I never give in, I just walk by and tell myself that my thighs will rub together if take just one bite. So I don't. Seriously never.
But toniiggghhhttttttttttt, my awesome husbandguy, has left me here alone. He went to the UNLV game without me and I started to feel kinda lonely, definitely pissed, sorta sad, and a tad vulnerable. All these feelings kinda bubbled over and I said to myself "fuck it. this is happening. now." and the next thing I knew I was nose to carton with the unthinkable. I grabbed my spoon, dug in, and very ungracefully flung a perfectly good mouthful of ice cream onto the floor. Then I said like 4 curse words, then I went in for the real thing.
ohhhhh mmmyyy gggoooddd
Apparently there is some sort of chemical flavor explosion reaction when one is mad and depressed and sad and eats Ben and Jerry's banana split ice cream. I seriously entered into some sort of head trip Utopia dream place and the next thing I new, my spoon was scraping the bottom of the carton. Thankfully, there was just enough left to disperse around and cover the empty crater, and then I panicked and shoved the carton back where I think I took it from
BEN AND JERRY'S
BEN AND JERRY'S
Then I decided I needed to tell as many people as possible, so here I am.
Sooo there ya go.
In other news, I think it's really cute when Avery repeats all the flat-out weird nicknames I have give to
Squishopatomas Landon, but it is mucho embarrassing when she calls him "Ling Ling" in public.
I mean, I'm sure there is someone somewhere in Henderson who, over drinks with a friend, recently said, "Weirdest thing. I'm pretty sure I saw an absolutely Caucasian baby named "Ling Ling" today." and then her friend gasps and then they go make really bad alcohol-related bad decisions and I'm jealous.
It's so hard not to say totally strange things to Boy though. He is soooo ccuuutteee and my brain doesn't work properly when he gets all squishy.
Ok! We are moving! Crazy fun fun fun! I'll blog about that eventually- its REALLY freaking hard to find a minute to do this blogging business. For realz