First of all, let me just say that it is a glorious, beautiful thing to be able to eat whatever is in front of me without being all fritzy about dairy. IT’S AWESOME!
Second of all, we were out of ice cream last week. So since I could remedy the situation, Analie and I went to the ice cream aisle on our weekly Kroger run, and I stood there pondering the oodles of options in front of me. It was overwhelming. Finally, I settled on an off brand ice cream, just to see how it tasted. They don’t sell Blue Bell at Kroger and I am not inclined to drive all the way to Carmel to get the goodness. I know, I know, what is wrong with me.
Then I saw Butterfinger ice cream.
I love Butterfinger. Not as much as Snickers or Reese’s, but some days you just need to eat Butterfinger. That was one such day.
I suppose I should tell you all that Joey hates Butterfinger. I can’t tell you how many times in the last 7 1/2 years that we have been together I have heard how nasty Butterfinger is because it gets stuck in his teeth. As I stood there looking at the ice cream flavors, I made an Executive Decision, albeit a selfish one. I put that Butterfinger ice cream in my cart and paid for it.
Aaaaaand then I forgot it at the store and had to go back for it. When I brought it home, I threw it straight into the freezer and forgot about it.
Today after lunch, we decided to have ice cream for dessert.
“I got Butterfinger ice cream,” I mumbled to Joey.
“OK,” he said. ”I only want a little.”
Then I confessed that I had been feeling SUPER guilty for buying ice cream I knew he wouldn’t love. He looked at me like I was kind of nuts. And he was all, Sometimes we buy the kind I like that you hate. So sometimes we can buy the kind you like.
WHAT? SO COOL! Looks like I can throw that false Bad Wife guilt in the trash along with the mommy guilt over the diaper rash.
