For the Heck of it!

I knew what was up when I saw him reaching for his keys on a Saturday night. “I have to go out for an emergency run”, he says, “maybe I’ll get some ice cream while I’m there”.

I say “if you love me you’ll get a flavor I like… but if you REALLY love me you’ll buy ice cream with peanut butter in it”… (I hate peanut butter ice cream and won’t eat that flavor and don’t really need to be eating sweets on Saturday night anyway. I’m trying to watch my weight, “trying” being the key word here)

He brought home chocolate. I think he loves me. I guess he doesn’t REALLY love me, or does he? hehe… yum yum… Breyers Chocolate…