Ice Cream

Yesterday, Taylor and I were watching tv and – out of the blue – he tells me he wants some ice cream.  In February.  We didn’t have any – because it’s February in Wisconsin – and neither of us were willing to go to the store at that time of night so I told him I’d get some when I went grocery shopping tomorrow. (Holy long sentence, Batman.  I"m out of breath just reading it) Or, today, rather.  Cuz now it’s today.

So I did.

And tonight I snuck off to the kitchen after dinner and dished up a bowl and surprised him with it.  And I said, all happy and pleased with myself,  "Did you think I forgot?"  And he said no.  And so I said, "Did you forget you wanted it?" And he said no.  And so I said, "Did you know I’d remember?"  And he said no.

I blinked a few times and went to eat my own ice cream.  In February.

But, yanno…

My forehead is all wrinkled and frowny because the Jerk could have…  yanno…  praised me or something!

Ice cream in February.

Bah.