I have been feeling ever-so-slightly off as of late. Mild flu-like symptoms. I almost left work early the other day because I felt so achy and miserable...but decided instead to suck it up and infect the whole office instead. I should be given awards for my valor.
Nick, on the ever-exhausting hunt for a mission-style vanity dresser to coordinate with his bedroom furniture, stopped to see me following his latest safari that day. With him, he brought Starbucks ice cream. I love Starbucks ice cream, a lovely delectability I first met under Nick's care. (So...I guess he's been somewhat good for me.)
In reply to my ice-cream-induced glee, he pulled a small container from his coat pocket. It was one of those moments you dream about as a young girl, when the handsome man of your fantasies retrieves a purple plastic dome from his pocket, and you realize that he is the master at child-targeted claw machines. He pulled the gaudy purple "gem" from the compartment and I melted. I mean, it was ugly, but I wanted to make sure my second reaction didn't prevent me from experiencing that ice cream.
Coffee...AND ICE CREAM! Good Lord! Match made in Heaven, dude! I also tried Kahlúa for the first time Sunday evening...and I thought I didn't like alcohol! Nobody told me it could taste like coffee! Just think of what coffee could do for Robitussin!
Anyway, my second reaction passing muster, we cracked the lid on that chilly treat and I let a spoonful melt in my mouth as my eyes rolled back into my head and I took a stumbling step rearward before leaning my weight into the counter for support. "Nick, you're a God!" I muttered around the creamy delight on my tongue.
He took offense to this, stating that there are more fitting times for me to utter such statements. He kind of got a little diva-ish on me and threw his nose in the air, doing that Mick Jagger rooster walk...you know the one. I shrugged him off and took another spoon of ice cream. I'm thinking of re-gifting the unsightly necklace in recompense. Thoughts?
