Every time I get the craving to have some ice cream I start pestering Hubs by yelling like a Southern drawling idiot…
“Lieutenant DAAAN! … Ice Crame… Lt. Dan!”
I’m sure he does not appreciate my need to quote Forest Gump every time I get the hankering, but he married me… Quirks and all.
Could someone please tell me how I happen to end up posting deserts every single time for Sweet Shot Tuesday? I obviously have a problem… and cellulite.