All morning long I thought about coming home and making a nice hot fudge sundae. My wife likes some weird ice cream combinations like peanut butter and mustard or something like that. I don't what it is I just like plain old fashion vanilla with melted hot fudge. Nothing spectacular. I'm not doing anything too exciting like skydiving or anything, I just would like a nice hot fudge sundae after a long mind numbing day at the office. Erika had gone to the grocery store and had picked up some ice cream for me, and whatever she gets for her and the boys. It's not vanilla, they like all their weird combination swirly stuff and whatever. I got so wound up at work that by the end of the day I had totally forgotten about my fantasy hot fudge sundae and just wanted to get caught up enough so that I could finally leave the office. About 1 hour ago I remembered that I wanted to make a sundae, so I waited for everyone to go to bed and then I got out a bowl, a spoon, and then opened the freezer. I looked into the vast frozen wasteland of frozen French fries, TV dinners, and bags of ice. There was no vanilla ice cream. There was however a half gallon carton of swirly peppermint and something. I closed the door, and put the spoon back in the drawer. I put the bowl back in the cupboard, and slowly dragged myself up the stairs. At the main room sat my youngest son playing X box. “Who ate my ice cream Tyler?” I asked. Without one micro second of hesitation he smiled as he said “Nick did!”
I went to Nick's room. “What happened to the vanilla ice cream?” I repeated. “ Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, I ate it.” You know children are wonderful, and I love them dearly. Oh yes I love them very much, and I am very lucky I know. Well what can you do? I wouldn't want my boys to starve. I guess I'll just go to bed without any ice cream. I guess I really don't need any hot fudge melted over delicious ice cold, creamy vanilla ice cream. Mmmmmmmm I cream. Water is good you know. I guess I'll have a glass and then I'll go to bed. My wife did want a new freezer. I wonder if I can get one with a lock on it. Oh I bet if I look hard enough I can.
Coach Heldt's Notes
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Nothing Spectacular
Posted by Coach Heldt at 10:43 p.m.
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