Last night was a very nice, very quiet evening. Little One spent the night at her friend’s, and the two older ones went with their ROTC posse to Sea World. I had the remote for almost 15 minutes before I figured out I could watch something besides a kids show. Don’t get me wrong. I gave the remote to Hubby, as is custom. He is Master of the Remote, but he never forgets I’m Mistress of the Domain, so it evens out.
Anyway, we watched a couple of movies, and afterwards I was feeling a bit of my sweet tooth yelling at me kindly reminding me of my ice cream still in the freezer. So, I went to get the ½ gallon tub, only to find that there were exactly two teaspoons left of my delicious goodness.
I blame my Son.
Still, it was two teaspoons, so I quickly ate it, and then got ready for bed. My first mistake was brushing my teeth with sensitive toothpaste. It made me gag at the combination of Love Potion 31 and medicinal paste. Trust me when I say it is ghastly, and the taste does NOT go away after rinsing for five minutes.
My second mistake was eating so little.
I have been having odd dreams lately, but last night was beyond odd. I dreamt I was at Baskin-Robbins™ and was being asked how many scoops I wanted on my cone. I looked around, and found that they only had one flavor, and it was plain. Not vanilla, but just plain. I asked where the other flavors were, and the gal behind the counter told me the other flavors were for Bingo night. So I asked when Bingo night was, and she said “Tequila”. And I asked her if that was a flavor, and she said no, it was the time. And I said that wasn’t a time, but she insisted, and then told me to pick a flavor from plain, and how many scoops. I told her, “Five, please,” and she said I would need a permit to eat it. So I asked where I could get a permit, and she said “Banana!”
And the alarm went off, saving me from killing someone in my dream.
So, the lesson here is, eat your fill of ice cream before going to bed, and you won’t have to go to banana for a permit to eat ice cream while waiting for tequila to start Bingo night. Something like that. I’m still not sure.
I do know that I shall be going out for ice cream later 🙂
June 27th, 2012 at 11:44 AM
I dreamed that Tropical Storm Debby flooded the parking garage of the hotel, and my car was underwater. I’m afraid to go look.
June 27th, 2012 at 11:49 AM
Oh, crap…. I sure hope not!
June 27th, 2012 at 12:34 PM
The weather map didn’t look too good down there, roamy. Stay safe, and dry!
June 27th, 2012 at 12:28 PM
I don’t know what a banana permit is or where to get one but I do understand Tequila time, LOL!
June 27th, 2012 at 12:42 PM
HAHAHA!!! So do I 😀
June 27th, 2012 at 12:34 PM
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, FLOOR!
June 27th, 2012 at 12:42 PM
Where I’m concerned, it’s just one tequila, FLOOR 😉
June 27th, 2012 at 6:42 PM
Ice cream deprivation does do strange things to the brain.
June 28th, 2012 at 7:58 AM
Indeed. There ought to be a law 😉
June 27th, 2012 at 8:03 PM
“…only to find that there were exactly two teaspoons left of my delicious goodness.”
I hate it when my kids leave a teeny-tiny bit. Nothing but a big tease. If you’re not going to leave a full serving, eat the whole thing, for crying out loud.
June 28th, 2012 at 7:59 AM
Almost verbatim what I
screamed attold him.June 28th, 2012 at 5:18 AM
No such thing as too much ice cream. Fact.
June 28th, 2012 at 8:00 AM
Amen, my friend!
June 28th, 2012 at 7:10 PM
Killing some idiot who desperately NEEDS killing in your dreams are most liberating acts for the mind.
I have returned to iraq and afghanistan repeatedly within the realm of the mind, those are the Rock-n-Roll Roller Coaster Action™ dreams. Some were recreations of actions I had previously partaken, others are free-formed. All have seemed exceedingly real: the heat, the harsh noise, the smell, the adrenaline and fatigue.
Most times the day that follows is a good one. Sometimes when I wake from a particularly realistic one, the shock of reality is disappointing. It reveals to me that the young idealistic fool I had once been is gone, leaving a marginally hopeful, but otherwise angry paranoid cynic who longs for a purpose.
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My war is gone.
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I miss it so.
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Next time, Ms.Aggie . . . SHOOT the bureaucratic bitch . . . and then just TAKE the five scoops of your favorite flavor.
June 28th, 2012 at 9:39 PM
HAHAHAHA!!! If I find the flavors, I will 😉