Drive-Thru Ice Cream.

Well folks, we were at it again. You may remember my former post about how sick Josh and I got after eating ice cream, well, we went back.

After dinner last night we were sitting around watching TV with my brother (Nolan is visiting for the week), and I decided I was in the need for a little after dinner snack. I’m not that great at keeping snacks in the house so I knew our choices were limited.

So I casually said that I wanted dessert. 

My husband’s head turned to me so fast, I thought it may fall off. He smiled and said he could also go for a tasty treat. Nolan caught on and next thing I know the three of us were putting on shoes.

On our way to the door I caught a glimpse of the kitchen. It was a pit! So I made a deal with the boys that we would go for ice cream after the kitchen was taken care of. Since I cooked the boys cleaned and while they were busy I started having second thoughts. You know, dessert guilt.

I looked at Josh and said I didn’t think we should go, that we should save the money, and not eat junk. It looked like I punched him in the gut, my man LOVES ice cream. His look was so hilarious I just laughed. He then said, “Are you joking to play with my emotions or are you really second guessing it?” Mid-laugh, I said never mind.

So we found ourselves in the drive-thru again and I just have to laugh at this experience. Josh and I have such a quirky relationship and ice cream is no exception. I love that something as simple as ice cream can make us laugh and be goofy. I guess once in a while it is OK to indulge in dessert.