TITLE: Heart attacks and ice cream
By CeCe Lane
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Last night I was so hungry for ice cream I couldn't stand it. Being hungry for ice cream is for me a rarity as I don't particularly like it, but last night I would have killed for it.
I tell Russ, my husband, about my great hunger and he says, "You've been really good with your money lately, why don't you go get some?" Five seconds later I was pulling out of the driveway. Okay so it was more like 30 seconds (I had to find my shoes..)
If you like vanilla, which I don't but Russ doesn't eat chocolate, and I don't eat strawberry so we compromise and get vanilla, the best place for vanilla ice cream is Albertson's. So away I go and get their vanilla ice cream. At the check stands they had bags of animal crackers and other assorted cookies there on sale for $1.00 a bag.
I was hungry.
They looked good.
So I bought two bags, one animal crackers and the other oreos. My total was $4.50 and in my wallet I had a large (think Large!) bill and one one dollar bill. I knew I had stashed more one's in my van, so I tell the checker, "I need to run to my van. I don't want to break this for that small amount. I have more small ones in my van."
Off I run, full speed ahead. Once there it takes me about 10 seconds to realize my stash is in my purse. Back I run, again full speed ahead. I don't park close to the doors if I am alone. I tend to park far away so I can count the walk as exercise. (pathetic aren't I?)
Needless to say I'm quite winded. I go in, pay for my treats and leave. I'm standing outside hand on my chest trying to catch my breath. Next thing I know someone is saying "Well hello."
I look, up, up, up and there is my doctor. Without thinking I say, "I think I'm having a heart attack".
Immediately he's in doctor mode, he steps closer, looks right in my face (he's practically bending in half to do it, he's tall and I'm...well I'm not.), hand on my shoulder and says,"How...."
Realizing what I said,I interrupt, "No not really. I've just been running around the parking lot like a crazy woman."
He straightens and says, "Oh. You mean you're just being normal?"
"Uh yeah something like that."
I get home, tell Russ about the above conversation, dish the ice cream, open the animal crackers. You know animal crackers dipped in vanilla ice cream are wonderful. I take two bites of ice cream without the crackers and realize that's not what I'm hungry for, so I pass my bowl to Russ. I wanted coffee ice cream from Goodrich. Oh well. Another day maybe.
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