Ice, Ice, Baby

Besides love for
my family, God, and my country…

I Love  ICE CREAM.

 I've turned PaulA into a lover…

(you know what I mean)

although 

he's not as freakishly fixated on the frozen food

as this Kat.

I have a long "history" with ice cream
and one particular story that I call...
"Ice, Ice, Baby"
goes like this.

Back in the day

whenever PaulA and I would drive home 

from visiting his parents...

we would ALWAYS, ALWAYS stop at the Dairy Queen 

EVERY. single. time. 

It didn’t matter to me that PaulA never wanted ice cream…that was his loss.  

The DQ was a required stop…

even if we had just eaten a 

4 course meal complete with dessert.  

You see, 

I am a soft-serve junkie.


And so it goes...that day

PaulA and I were in a pissin’ match. 

(After all these years, 

do you think I can remember over what?) 

Tension led to the 

ole silent treatment….

which isn’t particularly easy for me, 

but I decided to play along.

As we drove home in silence,  

I could see the DQ approaching….yup, DQ next stop. 

But instead of pulling into the parking lot...

PaulA drove right past it. 

Seeing, I am not any good at the silence game…

I broke the ice with,  “I can’t believe you didn’t stop.”

PaulA, feigning ignorance, “Oh, you wanted me to stop?”

“Of course,” I said, 

“we ALWAYS stop…you did that on purpose.”

He replied, “I’ll go back.”

So I continued ala childish behavior,

 “No, forget it. I don’t want it now.”

PaulA replied, “Well, I’m going back. I want a cone."

I bellowed, “Whaat? You never get ice cream.”

After turning the car around, 

PaulA came back from the DQ…

holding a large vanilla cone.  

As we continued down the road, 

PaulA loudly lapped his cone… 

“ahhh…this is so good…yumm.”

I am not sure what came over me at that moment. 

I didn’t even think about it. 

In one quick motion, I reached over, 

grabbed the cone out of his hand…

and threw it out my opened window. 

He looked at me….I looked at him…. 

and we both cracked up laughing. 

just saying...

Don't ever, ever
come between 
me and my ice cream.

cheers