for quite some time, i have been telling a funny story about my husband which happened after one of his hip surgeries. he has had them both replaced, and must be a tough guy or the bionic man- i have not yet decided which . anyway,the day of his surgery he had missed supper because his surgery ran late. he was unfortunately looking at a questionable cold cut sandwich from the hospital kitchen. our son, who had come by to visit his dad, asked my husband if he would like something better for supper. my son left the hospital and went out in search of the perfect fish sandwich per jeff's request. what he came back with was the most ginormous fish sandwich that i have ever seen in my life! it was a very large bun, but the piece of fish was so large that it was hanging over both sides of the bun. my husband lit into that sandwich like there was no tomorrow!
my son and i looked at each other for a few minutes, then stared, open mouthed at my husband as he quickly consumed the entire whale (haha) of the sandwich. my son had to leave for home, so i sat there by myself keeping an eagle eye on jeff. i knew that the fish was not a salmon, but i fully expected the fish to be " swimming upstream, from whence it came" at any moment. it turned out, and very thankfully, that this did not happen. and the funniest thing was that the next day my husband did not even remember that he had eaten a sandwich. much less one that could have been a spawn of moby dick.
so, time to fess up. in my defense, i was not myself. i had just had pretty major surgery, and was still under the effects of the anesthesia( that is my story, and i am sticking to it). on the way home yesterday, jeff had to go by the pharmacy to get my antibiotic prescription filled. he asked if there was anything else that i wanted, and i said yes there was. my throat was and still is hurting from the intubation tube they used in my surgery. i told him that the pharmacy usually carried individual servings of haagen dazs vanilla ice cream, and that i thought this would be very good for my throat. when he returned, it was not with the small, individual size, but a full pint! he told me," well just eat what you want and we will discard the rest." as the old, but popular commercial said, I ATE THE WHOLE THING! i even poured a little coke on what was left after i had eaten about two thirds of the container to make myself a nice, little coke float. let me say here that i have never before eaten a whole pint of ice cream at one sitting. maybe half a pint, but not the whole thing!
even funnier, was the fact that later on that night, after i had "sobered up" a bit, i asked for a little ice cream. my husband said, " really? i thought you might have had enough for today!" i was totally unaware , until then, what i had done. i can barely remember the wonderfully delicious ice cream. i definitely do not want to remember the AMOUNT that i consumed. all i can say, is that perhaps my husband was playing a little trick on me and the whole thing was just a "whale of a tail" after all! oh, had it not been for that huge, empty container of haagen dazs ice cream in the car...
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