Friday nights are pretty laid back at our house. I am borderline comatose after pouring myself into work all week while also trying to keep my family afloat. So, this past Friday night was no different. I was watering my tomato plants in the front floor beds. Really, I was pulling the blasted tomato worms off of one. I need to remember to buy worm killer. The Schwan’s man was driving by and saw me. He knows I am a sucker for a man who delivers food to my front yard.
So, it is really the Schwan’s man fault for what unfolded after his arrival. I stocked up on push ups and bomber pops when I notice the drink mixers. Frozen daiquiris in single serves. I am an impulse buyer, so I bought them. After filling the freezer with sugar laced ice cream products, I went inside to make myself a stiff drink.
As I was making my daiquiri I heard the front door open and the kids race in. I never heard them race back out. But, I did hear the shrieks coming from the front yard about midway through my stiff drink making. As I walked outside with my
rum filled cup daiquiri this is what I saw:
And a freezing five year old. By 8 o’clock they were heading inside!
I blame the Schwan’s man for any freezing that might have occurred.