Braggin' rights
Saturday, June 10th, 2006 02:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouI have the best, sweetest, most considerate, loving life-mate on this planet! Yes, I'm still sick, still feeling like an 800 pound gorilla has been using my chest as a trampoline (gerroff!!), and I alternate between shivering with chills and sweating like a pig. Except... pigs don't sweat... whatever.
Anyhow, I mentioned that I had a craving for a chocolate chip cookie dough Blizzard from Dairy Queen, and he said, "How about some ice cream instead? I bought CHOCOLATE..."
I sighed, understanding. "Well, okay. I'll take ice cream." Though it really wasn't what I wanted. It just didn't sound right. It's a CRAVING, fer gossakes! (and no, I'm not pregnant! Horrors! Pregnant at 42?? AAAAAHHHH!!!!)
He paused, looking at me, tilting his head. The kids are driving him nuts, you see, being so hyper, because they're over it completely now. "A Blizzard, huh?"
"It just... sounds good," I said softly, carefully keeping the wistful tone out of my voice, because I didn't want to make him go. "Ice cream is fine."
He nodded, and left, then got another load of laundry together, retrieved the kids from the backyard where they were apparently doing "scientific experiments" involving mud. (I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know!) Then he came back and said, "Okay, I'm on my way to Dairy Queen!"
Gods, I love that man!!!
Anyhow, I mentioned that I had a craving for a chocolate chip cookie dough Blizzard from Dairy Queen, and he said, "How about some ice cream instead? I bought CHOCOLATE..."
I sighed, understanding. "Well, okay. I'll take ice cream." Though it really wasn't what I wanted. It just didn't sound right. It's a CRAVING, fer gossakes! (and no, I'm not pregnant! Horrors! Pregnant at 42?? AAAAAHHHH!!!!)
He paused, looking at me, tilting his head. The kids are driving him nuts, you see, being so hyper, because they're over it completely now. "A Blizzard, huh?"
"It just... sounds good," I said softly, carefully keeping the wistful tone out of my voice, because I didn't want to make him go. "Ice cream is fine."
He nodded, and left, then got another load of laundry together, retrieved the kids from the backyard where they were apparently doing "scientific experiments" involving mud. (I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know!) Then he came back and said, "Okay, I'm on my way to Dairy Queen!"
Gods, I love that man!!!
