Dessert Addiction

OK, a little bit of a confession here.

The other night, as I was having my second helping of rainbow sherbet, some of the sherbet stuck to our ice cream scooper. We have the WORST scooper in the history of mankind, and it is quite embarrassing since we claim to be such ice cream lovers. Anyways, I, in all of my brill-yaunce, decided to lick it of the scooper. Which was extra delicious until I realized that my tongue was stuck to the scooper. Think "The Christmas Story" when the boy is stuck to the flagpole. This was no "I'll just discreetly detatch myself from the scoop. I had to run my tongue/the scooper underneath warm water and slowly dislodge myself.

You'd think this would detract me from seconds on dessert. Or even just keep me from licking the scooper. But no, people. When you are an addict, you'll risk the taste buds being ripped off of your mouth. Thankfully, I haven't had another sticking incident. But there could be one in the future.

You'll be happy to know that while this whole event was taking place, my hubby was at the computer oblivious to it all. Doesn't even know this happened. Until he reads this, that is.

As Captain Mom always says to me, "I can't make this stuff up."