The Tables Have Turned
Monday, May 23, 2005

Admit it...some of you out there have been waiting for me to post a new blog...

What? This is my flylog, and if I can't imagine an audience here, where can I?

So, on to the title.

As I stated in the last "What I Think, Opposed To What I Say" blog, we went to Dairy Queen. I usually go to the big BR, but, sometimes you just want a damn Blizzard!

My daughter asked for a dipped cone, and, like any four year old, her attention was anywhere but where it should have been. Licking the cone fast enough to keep it from dripping everywhere. It started to become a real mess, so I took it from her, and quickly began lapping, shaping it into a managable, malleable ice cream mountain before handing it back.

It was just as I was handing it back that I noticed my wife, staring at me. With her mouth open. We've been together for some time now, so I know what that look means. It means one of two things...She's aroused, or, she's horrified. I immediately become self-conscious.


She then looks embarassed and goes about with what she's eating... "Nothing."


I arch my eyebrow, and give her the come hither...just in time for my son to drop a spoonful of ice cream into his own hair.

For a second there, I felt like a Sex God. But, there's always my son, waiting for me to get over my delusions, and get whatever he was eating out of his hair.


Monday, May 23, 2005 6:18 PM


Kids have such a wondeful way of bringing you back to reality don't they.

Monday, May 23, 2005 9:59 AM


Okay, I admit it. It's not my fault your blogs are so darn interesting.

Monday, May 23, 2005 7:32 AM


aroused and horrified are the same look? Unfortunately my mind is creating situations where that would be quite funny.

I think you should buy some ice cream tonight...maybe a treat before bedtime.


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