When Dear Man says, "I think we need a Blizzard from Dairy Queen," you don't argue about the weather! It's 38 degrees here in Our Town as Cheeko likes to call it, with the wind blowing so hard it nearly ripped the sign off the grocery store.
Dear Man does not suggest we do something crazy very often. I LOVE ice cream, and of course the children love ice cream, and who says it has to be eaten in the heat of summer anyway? So we all piled into the mighty Sir Burban, and traveled over hill and dale to our goal. It seemed like a holiday!
The gal who took our order seemed a little surprised over our choice of a cold tasty treat. No matter, we are quite used to looks of surprise towards our family. Once we had our cold, milk concoctions in hand, we headed back to our cozy abode. Dessert spoiled our dinner, but we all tried valiantly to eat at least one bowl of yummy soup. Oh well, at least we'll have lunch for tomorrow.
The moral of this story is: When your Dear Man suggests something crazy, don't argue or reason with him It just might be fun!
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Edited by DaNiel on Nov. 4, 2005 at 9:28 PM