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Tonight is Mom and Dad’s date night. They get into their Porsche and go out to eat at a nice restaurant just the two of them. Since Thursday nights are also when my brothers have a church class I get to stay home alone with Buckie and have a GREAT time doing whatever I want, making a lot of noise, watching movies on the big screen, sewing, etc. So a fun time is had by all.

Well, this Thursday night Mom and Dad went to eat at an Italian restaurant. As usually I called Mom about three times to check up on their status and as usual Mom called me once to check on me. So I found when their food arrived etc. Then one time I called Mom said they had just got ice cream at Harris Teeter and were bringing it home!!! So I got to eat ice cream tonight too! This is unprecedented! Outside of a cruise ship or a trip we almost never have ice cream at home.

The worst part about having an active imagination is that you wonder whether your parents have been mysteriously replaced by aliens who are trying to fatten you up for consumption and therefore are feeding you a lot of ice cream to make you taste sweet and delicious when you die of… of… fatness.

Of course not for more than five minutes will this horrible thought remain in my head by it just passed through as I was typing. Which just goes to show that strange things may happen while typing when you want to explain something.

I suppose the main reason Mom and Dad are getting so much ice cream and sweet stuff is because it tastes delicious and after about fifteen or so years of avoiding it and eating healthy foods, it almost is time to break out in desserts. Though I’m glad it’s not deserts.

And now I think I’m going to stop typing and go to sleep as I am trying to get to sleep earlier.