“Hey, honey, have you seen my cheesecake ice cream? Honey?”
Silence.
“Did you eat my cheesecake ice cream? MY ice cream?”
“Well, it was in there for a while–“
“Three days!”
“Exactly. It was in there for three whole days, so I figured you didn’t want it.”
“You ate MY ICE CREAM?! We don’t have anything else in the house that’s sweet!”
“We have dried fruit.”
“I wanted MY ICE CREAM!”
“I’m going to have to run to the supermarket, aren’t I?”
“You very well might. Ice cream piggy.”
Scene From a Marriage #1,121
Filed under scene from a marriage
Hmm that sounds familiar!! Once I bought a cherry drink (in a box) and when I came home I found out that my husband drank it! I was so mad LOL
To even IMPLY that dried fruit is a sweet worthy of comparison to cheesecake ice cream is a prison worthy offense. Though I’m sure W would find the prison time excessive and commute it…