Death to the Spoons

One of the weird quirks that I now have comes from living with Melissa. I now have her conviction that ice cream tastes better when eaten with a plastic spoon. So Marc makes sure that he always gives me a plastic spoon when he gets me ice cream. He is just the best! Anyway, one day I was feeling down and Marc brought me cold stone. I was so excited and it even came with a plastic spoon. I started eating and broke my plastic spoon and about cried. It was just so sad because now I would have to eat my ice cream with a real spoon. Marc quickly relinquished his plastic spoon and used a regular one himself. Within five minutes, I had broken the second plastic spoon. I told Marc that I wasn’t eating any more ice cream that day because it was too traumatic. I couldn’t believe that I had not only killed one spoon but had killed two! These are the pictures of my poor dead spoons.





Marc hiding from the camera as he modeled the spoons: