Ice Cream Hatred

When I got home yesterday, I found the last few spoonfuls of my beloved ice cream had been emptied into Shea's food bowl. I, personally, would never do that to myself. Shea doesn't have hands. So, that leaves only one other person to have done it. Yup, that's right, Jeff gave my ice cream to the dog.

When I pissed and moaned to Jeff, he pointed out that there was only a spoonful left. He must have forgotten that I would have still eaten that spoonful and thoroughly enjoyed it. With that, he told me that he thought he had more than made up for it. I began searching the kitchen for a possible dinner or chocolate chip pie, when Jeff directed me to the freezer. And, there they were:

Two cartons of "Bumpy Road" marshmallow ice cream with chocolate crunchies and fudge. The ice cream that just last week, while grocery shopping, I told Jeff I did not want in the house. I didn't want in the house, not because it is not good, but because it is too good! So good that I fear I will eat an entire carton in one day. 

To make matters worse, Jeff went out for a few hours last night for some business. Thus, leaving me home alone with the ice cream. When Jeff is around, I have slightly more self control as compared to when he is not home. I found myself wandering to the freezer about 10 minutes after Jeff left the house. A mere 30 minutes later.....

I'm just kidding. I am not that helpless, but I did have two bowls. While Jeff may have bought me this ice cream out of love, I simply hate him for it!