The Blue Bell flavor currently in stock at our house is Peaches & Homemade Vanilla.
About halfway through our bowl of ice cream (we shared, because I didn't want much), Brandon says, "I don't really like those peaches in there."
Me: "That's funny. You like to mix peaches in with our homemade ice cream, so I thought you would like this one."
Him: "No, not really. I mean, they're okay, I just like the plain, creamy ice cream better."
Note taken. No more Peaches & Homemade Vanilla.
Later, I look over, and see Brandon scratching the back of his neck with his big spoon. Then dipping it right back in the bowl - the bowl we're sharing, mind you - for another big scoop.
Did I mention he had been out working? Irrigating, then baling hay?
Me: "That is really gross."
Him: "What? It's just my neck."
Me: "Yeah, your dirty neck. That just polluted my ice cream, too."
There were only about three bites of ice cream left, including one with a giant piece of peach in it. Brandon went after the first two, so I dove in for the third. As my spoon is making its way out of the bowl, he starts scraping away the ice cream surrounding the peach.
Me: "Hey, I wanted that!"
Him: "Well, I just didn't want that peach."
Me, laying down my spoon: "Well I didn't want just the peach either. I don't want it anymore."
Him: "I don't want it either. I'll just throw it away."
Me: "Fine. It probably has your neck scales on it anyway. With pieces of sudan grass."
Him: "Ok, I'll eat it."
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