Scott and I went to Starbucks this afternoon. It’s HOT here and I needed a cool, creamy treat.
The following is the actual conversation that took place as we left.
Me: Yum! My drink is like a milkshake.
Scott: (Dramatically sweeps arms out to the sides so I stop in my tracks, looks both ways)
Me: What’er ya doin’?
Scott: Just lookin’ for all the boys…
Scott: …You know because of the ‘milkshake’.
Me: I love you!