Yesterday while we were waiting (and waiting) for a realtor to show up to show the house, we decided to go to Dairy Queen and get a blizzard. While we were driving there, Allison decided we should order a chocolate chip cookie dough blizzard with chocolate ice cream. We went through the drive through and pulled out when after several bites, Allison declared there was no cookie dough to be found. After allegedly stirring and stirring, her displeasure grew more and more with each passing bite with just ice cream and absolutely no cookie dough.
I made the decision to go back and ask if they could add in some cookie dough but was informed they would just make a new one, no big deal, and we could have both. I triumphantly returned to the car clutching both blizzards, giving the new one to Allison. "Much better," in her words. I then took my first bite of the old one and was surprised to find not just one, but two chunks of cookie dough. Each bite continued to produce more and more cookie dough. Only one bite of a medium blizzard had none.
A couple of months ago, I would have blamed it on the pregnancy. Now I think she may just be losing her mind. :-)
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