There were a few random items left in my closet but even if I ended up tossing it all, it would only take an hour or so to deal with at the most. So while I was taking stock of the closet remnants I struck gold...
I LOVE astronaut ice cream. It is one of my many weaknesses. What's not to love? It doesn't melt! You can eat it without a spoon! It tastes like ice cream!
So while I pitched boxes of old worksheets (BOO worksheets!!!!) I fantasized about my soon to be afternoon snack. After that, I went home, picked out an ice cream, sat on my porch swing and went to town.
. . .
But something wasn't quite right. It tasted a bit funny but I thought, "this stuff has to last forever, doesn't it?" And it had been a LOOOOONNGGG time since I had eaten space ice cream so maybe that's the way it has always tasted and I had outgrown it or something. So I kept eating. That is, until my tongue went completely numb. That's when it happened. I flipped over the package and
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!!!!!!
If anyone was outside on my street at that moment they probably got quite a show. Because I don't really remember what happened after I spit out the unswallowed bits into the bushes.
Moral of the story? DON'T EAT QUESTIONABLE CLOSET FOOD ITEMS!
And apparently space ice cream has an expiration date.
Now that my tongue has regained all feeling I'm ready to continue.
Then today I was at Hobby Lobby with The Meekster when I saw...
Yep. You guessed it. I decided I would never be able to right this horrible moment in my mind if I didn't give space ice cream one last go. So I bought a pack, after carefully checking the expiration date,
and it was everything I remembered it to be. I can die happy now knowing that I have rectified the situation.
But I think I have cured myself of having a weakness for space ice cream.