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Love on a Stick

By Andrea

Yesterday was a particularly miserable day in the apartment; anywhere not within 5 feet of the air conditioner was uncomfortably humid, and for most of the day outside was worse, so I felt like a prisoner. A prisoner in charge of a mini-prisoner who whined sometimes. And I barely got any bar work done.

Anyway, PF knew I had a bad day (maybe from all the whiny emails I sent), so when he came home I went to the library to work and he took the baby and went grocery shopping with her, because he is a saint. When I got home I opened the freezer to find, not one, but THREE boxes of popsicles: grape, strawberry, and a box of cherry Italian ice cups. And the first two were the Edy's ones that actually taste like the fruit and not just like the color purple and red! These were not on the shopping list, but I was THRILLED. I went to give him a giant hug.

And he says, "I thought it would help with the heat!" And then, "I wanted to get ones where you didn't have to eat the ones I didn't want."

You see, when we get popsicles, we usually get the standard box with purple, red, and orange, and PF won't eat the orange, so I have to eat them all, and I'm not opposed to the orange, I just want to eat my share of purple and red too instead of having to eat all the damn oranges.

So this time he got me the deluxe, high-end popsicle buffet. True love, folks.

Full post as published by Peanut Butter Burrito on June 10, 2008 (boomark / email).