Last night after our virtuous dinner of steamed broccoli and Weight Watchers tuna casserole, Norman and I volunteered to go get dessert while Sean and Curtis road-tested some new editing software they'd purchased.
At the market we picked out slices of chocolate cake and carrot cake, a frosted brownie, and a tiny cheesecake. Norman was taken with the idea of "a la mode," so we selected a carton of Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream ice cream.
As we left the market, Norman started rooting around in the shopping bag to make sure his piece of chocolate cake hadn't tipped over, possibly besmirching the decorative frosting flower on top. "Where are you, sweetheart?" I heard him murmur. Then, a moment later, "Soon you and I will be one."
We laughed nervously as we passed a rack of newspapers bearing the headline DIABETES EPIDEMIC HITS L.A.
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Oh, Americone Dream....sigh.
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