Wednesday was a long day at work. I came home, had dinner, and then had to go out for another hour or so for a work function, which happened to be at a restaurant. I declined to get dessert at the restaurant because I knew I had a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream awaiting me in the freezer.
As I’m driving home, I start salivating over my chocolatey goodness at home.
Get home, park, walk upstairs, unlock the door and freeze… on Blake’s TV tray: an empty pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream.
Now, before getting hysterical, I went to the freezer to make sure that my pint of ice cream was still there, thinking maybe Blake had seen mine in the freezer and went to the store to get some for himself (yeah, I don’t know why). Open the freezer and there’s an empty space where my ice cream had been.
Hormones raging, my eyes brimmed with tears. Who eats a pregnant woman’s ice cream?!?!
Needless to say, there was a junk food run that evening.