My mother-in-law is visiting and last night she treated us to some ice cream (I know—this woman is wonderful). As I went to open the Blue Bunny Pralines and Cream carton I found a safety tab on the lid. Eating my ice cream I wondered, Was that tab supposed to protect me from the ice cream, or the ice cream from me?
Either way, it didn’t work…
14 comments:
LOL! I need ice cream, and all manner of fattening foods when my mother in law visits - comfort eating at its best ;)
ahhhh, you don't know what I would give to be able to use the words, mother in law and visit in the same sentence...My MIL LIVES next door. She can't visit because she's ALWAYS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hahaha. Safety tab on the ice cream...wonder who thought of that nifty idea? ;)
Ha ha! That's a good one!
Excellent question!
Ha! That's a good question :)
My MIL is visiting too... they drove 10 hours yesterday to visit us for the week. We were supposed to get ice cream but everyone fell asleep! WE MUST GO TONIGHT! You have me salivating... and I'm sure that is to protect us mamas from the ice cream! LOL!
- Audrey
Pinks & Blues Girls
oh.. that sounds so yummy.
Mmmmmm... ice cream.
good point about the safety tab...
LOL. I guess my ice cream needs to come in an unopenable package to protect me.
I know everyone might either think I lying or I am crazy, but I don't really like ice cream. I like variations on ice cream like a health blizzard, or creme frappucino, but a couple of scoops of ice cream in a bowl, not so much. I do love chocolate though!!! Funny post.
That's a safety tab? I was so busy tearing it open I didn't realize :-)
We have 4 cartons of ice cream right now in our freezer. Jason bought Caramel Peanut Butter with Fudge swirl. Oh...that man knows his wife!
I'm really lucky--my mother-in-law is fabulous! And whoever decided safety tabs on ice cream were a good idea should have made them from something a tad stronger (re-inforced steel, maybe...)--at least to keep me away.
Mamacita Chilena, but I can imagine a little space would be nice...
GustoGirl, you're lucky you don't like ice cream. I'm certain my hips are a direct result of ice cream overload.
Erin, Jason's a good man (and ice cream's in his blood--he's my brother, I should know...) :)
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