He said, I said

(pic courtesy of Coldstone Creamery. do you see why I fight my inner chubby girl)

He said: Hmm, I have some ice cream in the freezer.

I said: Oooh, what kind?

He said: Umm, Pralines & Cream from Baskin Robbins.

I said: Yummm, that's my favorite. That's not fair. You can't share. *

He said: hahahhahaha. You want some? Then come get some.

I said: Don't tempt me. That's my favorite. You better save me some.

He said: I better, huh? HA! And if I don't?

I said: There will be problems and repercussions, mannn. Don't make me cut you over ice cream! hahahahaha

He said: If I finish this, I think we can find something else in the freezer you'll like.

I said: You better! hahahahahhahaa

So ummmm was this conversation really about ice cream??? If it really wasn't about my beloved dessert, at what point did ice cream become code for ummm I scream??? Honestly, it wasn't until we got off the phone an hour later did it occur to me that this could possibly be about far more than a cold creamy fattening treat. But damn if I didn't have a taste for some Pralines and Cream ice cream allllllll dayum day. Sitting here wishing on a star that my fruit salad could somehow morph into the taste of Coffee Lovers Only signature collection from Coldstone Creamery (my other fave.....my inner chubby girl loves some ice cream)

*(Back story: this conversation occurred across a few state lines so sharing at that precise moment was impossible unless someone has a beam me up Scotty machine they would like to sell me.)

** If I ever decide to write about "he" again, his name will be Baskin Robbins. Oh and I've written about him before just didn't have a name for him then. hahahahahahaaa ;)