After last Spring's hailstorm (you can read about it here), my desire to be prepared for weather emergencies has been heightened to frightening levels.
I often peek through the blinds and scan the skies for dangerous weather patterns. Imagine my surprise when I looked outside and saw this:
A shower of delicious, quiescently frozen treats fell from the sky. I grabbed a laundry basket and my camera and ran outside. I zigged and zagged, sliding on ice cream sandwiches and getting pelted by double-dipped cones. When a Bomb Pop whizzed past my head, I hoped it wasn't armed with an explosive device (it wasn't).
Giddy with excitement, I ran back and forth, holding out the basket to catch as many wonderful treats as I could.
Aside #1: As strange as this sounds, I automatically assumed that the treats' wrappers must have burned up in the atmosphere...cuz my brain works all science-y like that.
"Hey Mister, check how much room is in the chest freezer...I don't want to be a pig about this! Balancing the basket on my knee, I tossed the camera and screamed, "Quick! Get a picture of the Good Humor Man's bounty!"
Aside #2: Is God the Good Humor Man? Is that why all the pictures in Heaven show a figure in white?
An errant banana split was careening wildly, and I just missed getting beaned in the head with the blue glass bowl. I thought I might be seriously injured by the cherries that hit me like so many paintballs. Fearing for my safety (and worried about frostbite), and satisfied with the haul I just made, I took my spoils and got them in the freezer before they, well, spoiled. I enjoyed a vanilla cupcake and was tempted to eat a Dilly Bar. I was in heaven.
I felt something cold on my cheek. Was it ice cream dripping from my hair? Nope. Like most nights, my cheek was lying in a pool of my own drool.
It was all just a dream...a yummily frustrating dream.
That's the last time I'll ever eat ice cream before bed (maybe), and definitely the last time I'll ever amuse myself by covering a calendar page with stickers that I bought to send to Jordyn.
bwhahaha too funny and I was hoping you would share dagnabbit..
ReplyDeleteI was thinking perhaps this was some kind of writing prompt … if only this could be TRUE!
ReplyDeleteJust a dream . . . but a good one, though! Last year I dreamed that I looked outdoors and the sky was raining bubbles. I wonder what it means to dream of such goofy rain?
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