This is a picture from a about five or six Thanksgivings ago, when I husband returned from the grocery store with my dad after purposely purchasing two kinds of ice cream: the prison-issued "VANILLA ICE CREAM," and a Breyer's vanilla. He did it just because he knew I'd have something to say. Recently, we've been passively aggressively arguing using lines from Go, Dog, Go!: "Do you like my hat?" "Nooo, I do not like your hat!" But, the purpose is the smile at the end. |