Friday, October 20, 2006

Ice Cream Tragedy - Part Deux

I thought I was safe.

I thought lightening couldn't strike twice and all that mumbo jumbo.

I was wrong.

Harry met me for lunch and then headed over to our usual haunt for two cones of delicious ice cream (the other other other white meat).  I got a smaller scoop this time of peanut butter and chocolate and decided to get a cone, thinking it couldn't explode again on me.

I'm happily licking away and then realize with horror that I must now unwrap the paper from my cone.  Thinking only of myself and pretty dark green sweater, I handed it to my darling hubby who whipped off the white wrapper, took a large bite and handed it back to me.

We're enjoying another episode of "Southpark" where the boys become ninjas after buying weapons at a fair.  All's fun until someone pokes an eye out - with a ninja star.  Instead of taking poor Butters to the hospital, they glue dog hair on him and try to get him to the vet, instead, and miss punishment by their parents.

The episode comes to an end and I have but a bit of cone left.  I'm working my way carefully to the bottom when I see Harry's open mouth in my peripheal vision.  I try to lean away, try to avoid the teeth that arecoming for my precious non-exploding ice cream cone - but it's no use.

While I'm erupting into giggles, he grabs my cone with his teeth.

I fight back by biting the end protruding out of his mouth.  He refused to let go.  Holding my ground and looking a bit like the "Lady" end of the famous "Lady and the Tramp" spaghetti scene, I lose it as he snorts and pulls the rest of the cone from my teeth.

I now have bits of cone stuck to my chest (again) and a huge chocolate stain across my right cheek.
I look over, wide-eyed, at my darling husband who was wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.  "That's gonna make the blog, isn't it?" he asked me.

"Naw," I said, "I wouldn't blog about that - it's just too weird."

So, of course, when he dropped me back off at the gates of hell, I ran into the elevator, plopped down into my seat, opened AOL and typed "Ice Cream Tragedy - Part Deux."



gazker said...

2 things

1 Don't meet Harry for lunch

2, If you have to meet him for lunch do it naked, then if you spill anything on your chest, you could always cover it up with your clothes!

dragoneyes1164 said...

too cute!!

rebuketheworld said...

How romantic!!!!!!!!!..I love your real life stories....sounds like a scene in a movie too...cute...-Raven

therealslimemmy said...

LOL thats too funny ;)
i want some ice cream now!!!!

psychfun said...

Wait...he didn't lick up his mess? HA! Sorry!