Earlier this evening, the boyfriend received an email from me declaring: "The lady of the house wants ice cream for dinner!"
This was post-workout madness speaking (sorry Jillian Michaels), and since I didn't get a response, I assumed he allowed common sense to rule and ignored me.
A couple hours later, after I'd showered and simmered down a little, he arrived home with a grocery bag full of goodies. Among said goodies were my 2 favorite kinds of ice cream. "Because you said you wanted it."
My heart went all mushy. But that might just be the cholesterol.
1 comment:
ugh. my heart melts faster than ice cream when a guy is attentive to my needs and shows genuine interest in me.
The food run is such an unselfish act. don't forget to return the favor|!
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