That's the kinda wild and crazy guy I have become in my retirement.
The Farm Manager has a pint of Haagen-Dazs pine-apple coconut stashed in the freezer, and every once in awhile I avail myself of a spoonful or two.
Tonight I found myself sitting on the couch with the tub of ice cream and a FORK!
In my pot-addled obliviousness, I had mistakenly pulled a fork out of the untensil drawer instead of a spoon!
I was then faced with a conundrum.
Do I roust my ass off the sofa to get a spoon?
Or do I tuck into that pineapple-coconut with a fork?
The "what would Jesus do" litmus test hardly seems appropriate in this circumstance.
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