Dinner last night was killer. Big juicy steak with guacamole and salad with my new favorite combo, crumbled bleu cheese and raspberry vinaigrette. After dinner, I turned to Serge and bowed my head and started the following conversation:
Me: Honey, I've got a confession to make. I had a moment of weakness.
Serge: You had sex with someone!
Me: No, no, no. Nothing like that.
Serge: You smoked!
Me: Bite your tongue! I did not smoke. Now try again.
Serge: Hmmm...... You bought ice cream?
Me: You're right! Third time's the charm. So, you want some? It's Rocky Road.
Serge: Okay, but bring me the Goglu too.
Yeah, so ice cream is a pretty big sin in this household. Right after infidelity and falling off the smobriety wagon. We consumed half the tub and now my tummy hurts this morning, so it's a good thing that such purchases are few and far between.