when hell freezes over

Every Wednesday the ice cream truck comes tooling down my street. Every Wednesday my tots sit in the driveway anticipating the arrival of said truck. You can hear the bitch coming from blocks away because it has those chimes ringing. Oh those fucking chimes..

Its almost like the driver of the truck wants a good ball beating. I'm sure he does. He must. Or he wouldn't parade down my street like he has my kids hopes and dreams in the backside of his truck.

Oh wait. He does.

Last week my girls sat in the driveway and waited and waited. It was raining and I told them the truck likely wont be coming..

They waited. For 3 hours.

In.The.Rain.

I finally had to bribe them in the house...they cried and wondered why the ice cream truck had forsaken them.

I was almost hoping the truck was closing shop for the summer. Because it normally does come in the rain.

But I do recall the damn truck making rounds around Halloween time last year, so I kinda knew this was not the case.

So this morning when my tots woke up the first thing out of the 4 year olds mouth was..

momma is today Wednesday?

Everyday she asks. I'm sure she will even ask tomorrow.

The talk of the ice cream truck was kind of setting well in my mind. I had not had ice cream in, God knows how long. I told Blondie to get me a Choco Taco.

Never had one?

Its a damn bloody shame..

I had this in my mind all day. How good its going to be to bite into my stale, cold, soggy waffle shell my taco sits in.

Its what got me thru the day..

Blondie set her watch to the approximate time she thought the truck would be making waves down the street.

She was set.

Money in hand.

" you know what momma wants right?"

"yup...u want a taco"

" no no, a CHACO taco, make sure u add the chaco part"

"got it mom"

I sit in here and watch my tots thru the window..There is a line...all the kids are giddy and ready for their soon to be sugar high.

I sit down on the coach and get prepared to eat my Chaco Taco.

One must prepare for these things.

She comes running in all smiles..

They.Had.NO.CHaco.Tacos.

WTF?

So she got me this pink panther ice cream thing..

because I told her once I liked to watch Pink Panther when I was a kid.

I looked at the label.

100 calories and no fat.

Sure this is going to be bad...very very bad.

When you prepare all day for an event, it gets your ovaries all in a tizzy when it does not pan out.

Curse the man who doesn't bring me a chaco taco.

There is a nice hot place in hell for that dude.

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After Def Leppard, whats my next love?

anyone, anyone..

Don't say Elton John or Prince...

yes yes, they are my pride and joys, but I'm talking a band..

They are coming to the Target Center in Minneapolis on Sept 30th.

This bitch is going come hell or HIGH water...

I'M just saying....