I am tempted to send my husband to Dairy Queen. Though considering the time (almost 9:30pm), I doubt he'll do it for me. Wait...I think he just might. I forgot he had been wanting a banana split ever since his mom said something last week about getting one! Hey...he's going!! This is emotional eating at it's finest. And since he won't be back with my cookie dough blizzard for 20 minutes...it's all very premeditated. What a great man I've got! Though, he's probably halfway afraid I'll go ballistic if he doesn't go and get me ice cream. Don't judge me! ;-) I'll be good tomorrow...I promise!
Hacked: the first draft
14 years ago
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