Ice Cream Coma?

There is a specific time, almost every night, where the three of us indulge in the world's most delectable delicacy: Ice Cream.

Ice Cream Time: 8:58pm. M-Th.

You may wonder why we chose 8:58pm to engorge ourselves with sinful calories. Well, 9pm is when "Degrassi: The Boiling Point" is on, and Wenisa and I don't like to miss a second, unless Babcia tries to start talking to us, where we have to nicely tell her that she has to wait until 9:30pm. The other time we might miss any of the show would be when she's talking loudly on the phone or has HER show competing with ours from her bedroom loud enough to make someone go deaf. 

So anywho. After another ENTHRALLING episode of "Degrassi" (don't judge) the other night, Wenisa and I shut off all the lights and pass by Babcia's room on our way upstairs, and this is what we see:

"It's all gone!"

 This was a near pathetic sight. An empty half gallon (she didn't eat it all, just finished off the container) with spoon in hand, sleeping. So I snuck in, grabbed both out of her hand without her even flinching and snuck back out of her room.

She had no recollection in the morning of even eating the ice cream.

More adventures to come...
Ketoconazole Kisses,
Wenisa and Justine