It's a widely known fact that my wife, the lovely JCB, is pregnant. While monitoring her...condition, I have discovered a seventh sense. The ice cream sense.
We were sittin' outside, Tuesday night, watching the electricians. Them and ten others...trucks everywhere, all running their motors, bucket lifts buzzing around, beeping to back up...we were surrounded by a blurred wall of noise.
"I hear the ice cream truck" she says. Y'all I did not hear anything like an ice cream truck but, I didn't argue...just looked at her like she was crazy (when she wasn't looking
). Sure enough about a minute later I hear it...and without bothering to ask, I went into the street to find it and flagg it down.
The ice cream truck pulled into drive just as the lights came on.
Dig it...this what a pregnant woman looks like when she gets her lights and hot-water back, after four days, AND ice cream at the same time.
It all turned out alright in the end.