You see, we made the yearly trek to the income tax office for our 8:00 pm appointment. One that I was really dreading, because my normal 5 minutes to fill out the short form was about to turn into at least an hour of Josh's long form deductions. But I digress...
We arrived at 8:00 pm only to be informed that they had tried to call us because our appointment was being pushed back to 8:30. Great, honey, I'm already pissed that I'm missing the showdown between Rami and Chris March on Project Runway for this, but I find out that I could have caught the last half hour of America's Next Top Model too! (Yes, I have a very sick addiction to mindless reality television) Wish you would have checked your messages...
So, 8:30 comes and goes. At 8:45, both of us have already perused the remnants of Better Homes and Gardens and Martha Stewart Living from 2006 that are scattered about the coffee table. We can no longer ignore the lights and neon flashing of the ice cream shop directly across the street.
Now, while I am not necessarily an ice cream person (I'm not even really a sweets person) my husband has an absolutely insatiable sweet tooth. Upon noticing that said ice cream parlor was advertising sugar free ice cream and fat free frozen yogurt, I decided to give in to his prodding for some sustinance. Our converstion:
J: What do you want?
Me: Um, just get me a chocolate and vanilla swirl if they have it. Sugar free or frozen yogurt. Whatever.
J: What if they don't have swirl?
Me: They've got to. It's an ice cream shop. If not, then just pick one.
At this point Josh scurries across the street (that is, if a 6'7" tall man can scurry...) and I watch from the tax office couch as he precedes to stand at the counter waiting for our ice cream. A few minutes later, he runs back into the office with a brown paper bag containing our delicious treat. Here's where it gets good...
Me: What'd you get? (Getting really excited for my ice cream now)
Me: (cutting him off) I don't like strawberry ice cream!
J: Well, that's why I also got butter pecan.
Me: Josh, I HATE butter pecan! When in the time that you've known me have I ever eaten either strawberry or butter pecan ice cream????
J: Well, never, I guess. But, you don't really ever eat ice cream.
You must be kidding!! How in the world did chocolate and vanilla swirl translate to my husband, strawberry and butter pecan???? Maybe it was my fault being too obtuse in telling him to "pick one" if they didn't have said swirl ice cream. But, hello... I may not eat ice cream all of the time, but in our over 3 years together you have certainly seen me eat ice cream many times. Cookies and cream - love it. Cookie dough - definitely. Heath - one of my favorites. But strawberry and butter pecan - never, no way, no thank you. Which is when the light bulb goes off...
Me: You, selfish bastard. You got these flavors because that was what YOU wanted.
J: You're right (he says in defeat). They just looked so good. And, I thought for sure you'd like one of them.
Me: Take this across the street right now, and get me either vanilla or chocolate.
J: Which one?
Me: I don't care as long as it's either vanilla or chocolate.
One more trip across the street, and Josh returns with my coveted chocolate ice cream. And, it's gooood! In fact, he decides it is so superior to his butter pecan, that his spoon is continually wandering over into my styrofoam cup for a little bit of chocolate heaven. I let him have a little. But, I am nowhere near as generous as usual. Shame on him! I am quietly making him pay for his selfish ice cream flavor selection. Men...
Taxes were done and ice cream was had, but I'm going to say that I ended up with the upper hand on this one :).