I Can Never Have Too Much Ice Cream (standard:humor, 912 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 01 2021	Views/Reads: 794/504	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Whenever greed takes over, we never can have enough. Then we become a slave to our greed.

It was one of those hectic weeks that flew by, and I didn't know it
until the end of the week. 

Friday night at supper time, it was one of those sneaky crashes. But,
unfortunately, all the energy during the week had been pushing both of 
us forward, and we had no options but to keep plowing ahead. 

I don't know about other people, but I don't know I'm being pushed until
the push is over. And Friday is the time for that push accounting. 

It was a quiet dinner because both of us had pushed the limits of
exhaustion. Then, during the week, something happened and put us behind 
just when we thought we had caught up. 

Getting behind sometimes is not a choice and has a way of sneaking up on
you and catching you off guard. 

I had come to the point where I  had enough. Enough is enough; let's get
on with life. 

You can't get enough of some things in life, and then there are other
things that you can have too much. If only we could choose one at our 
discretion. 

That evening supper was quite good, and I had, like always, stuffed
myself. I don't blame my over-eating on myself, rather on the Gracious 
Mistress of the Parsonage. If she were not such an excellent cook, I 
wouldn't eat so much. All the blame rests upon her. 

She insinuates that I should be a little more disciplined in my eating
habits. Ha, disciplined in my eating habits? Whoever heard of such a 
crazy thing. I don't tell her that it's crazy because she might assume 
I think she is crazy. I do, but I don't want her to know about it. 

The marvelous supper was behind us, and we had just settled down to
watch something on television. I like watching those mysteries, but I 
have a difficult time watching them with my wife. She knows the outcome 
before the first scene has completed itself. 

Where in the world is the mystery to that? 

About halfway into the mystery movie, there was a commercial time, and
my wife got up and said, “Would you have any room for ice cream?” 

Would I have any room for ice cream? I can never have too much ice
cream, and I am never too full for one more bowl of ice cream. 

A lot of things I have too much of, but it certainly is not ice cream. 

Someone once asked what my favorite ice cream was, and I replied, “My
favorite ice cream is the one I'm eating at the time.” I have never yet 
had a bowl of ice cream that I didn't like. 

So, when my wife asked me if I would like some ice cream, I didn't even
say, “What kind of ice cream do you have?” I don't have to say 
something like that. What I do say is, “I'll have as much ice cream as 
you can stuff into that bowl.” 

We always have a good supply of ice cream in the freezer. My wife is
always looking for the Buy One Get One deal, so we usually are well 
stocked with ice cream. 

Not long ago, it was such a long weary day, and I was thinking about the
ice cream I would reward myself with at the end of the day. Nothing 
calms me down better than a nice bowl of ice cream. 

Supper was over; I settled down into my easy chair and then asked,
“Honey, I really could use some ice cream tonight. It's been such a 
long weary day.” 

I didn't hear anything from her, so I said, “Can I have some ice cream?”


Then I heard from the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. 



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