Me (calling B on his way home from work): I need something sweet. What are you by?
B: You know what I am by, I’m on my way home.
Me: Well, I just don’t know.
B: I’m by Wendy’s, how about a frosty?
Me: I’ve never had a frosty, I don’t think I will like it.
B: Ok, what do you want?
Me: Something . . . like . . . ice cream.
B: So you want Skinny Cow’s?
Me: Well, I think I want something ice creamy with stuff in it.
B: So you want Ben & Jerry’s?
Me: Yes!
B: Can we just cut to the fucking chase next time and say, “I want Ben & Jerry’s”?
Me: Yeah.
B: Thank you. See in a few minutes.
I Digress: Tales From a Baby-Starved Wingnut 
Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudgge Chunk.
The ONLY post-surgery grocery store request I have had for Guy.
Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk.
The ONLY post-surgery grocery store request I have had for Guy.
I like it so much I posted it twice.
sigh.