Yesterday I craved a vanilla milkshake.
But NOT just any milkshake. A CheeBurger CheeBurger milkshake.
This is not a "normal" craving. It's a every-other-year thing or a when-in-Florida thing, so I don't mind indulging in the CRAZY amount of calories and fat content.
I figured FD and I would go to lunch at Kermit's (our fav diner in BG) for burgers, fries, and shakes--a 50's kind of lunch. Yum.
When we got to Kermit's we found out they "don't serve shakes on weekends."
When asked why, our server retorted, a bit snottily, "We're too busy."
WTF?! Milkshakes are moneymakers. Someone really needs to tell Kermit that.
In sadness and a bit of anger, we ate our burgers and fries sans milkshake--a 90's kind of lunch. Ugh.
Needless to say, I spent the rest of the day obsessively considering my milkshake options: McDonald's (can't break no fast food resolution), DQ (didn't want soft serve), Marble Slab (way too expensive unworthily), The Sundae Station (possibly?) or the Ice Cream Machine (maybe?).
All I wanted was a true milkshake with hand dipped ice cream and little crunches of ice, not some watered-down, preservative-ridden, chemically engineered shake. It shouldn't be so hard.
Truth be told, I considered flying to Sanibel, FL (even checked flight costs!) so I could go to CheeBurger CheeBurger. Sans multi-million dollar budget and private jet, I was forced to pick something local.
Well past lunch and still weighing my options, FD and I left the house to grade student essays without worrying about a little black dog named Bleu. We crated BooBoo as always and headed off to the library. FD consumed by his grading ("That essay wasn't so bad...") and me trying to grade but continually talking through my milkshake options ("I could eat a salad for dinner and get a milkshake from DQ...Why can't Myles Baker Street serve gourmet milkshakes?...Why doesn't BG have an old school soda fountain?...Vermilion used have one in their downtown pharmacy; it was so cool...")
FD: "Could you please stop? Just for an hour? I'm really trying to grade."
Somehow I managed to finish five papers during our library visit, which freed up time during the two-minute car ride home to further vacillate my milkshake choices: "DQ and MickeyD's are out...I'm thinking Marble Slab..."
FD: "You want to blow $10 on a milkshake!? Are you nuts? It's not payday!"
Upon opening the door, we saw a black tail wagging beyond the baby gate.
A BLACK TAIL WAGGING BEYOND THE BABY GATE!
A BLACK TAIL THAT SHOULD BE IN ITS KENNEL!
Somehow Bleu-dini escaped his kennel.
I imagine it looked something like this:
Between Bleu and Kermit's not selling milkshakes on the weekends, I lost my mind.
It didn't return until much later. After I watched the Dog Whisper, after I had my milkshake from The Ice Cream Machine (it was good, but not CheeBurger good), after Bleu pushed open the front screen door and escaped again, after my friend AS came over to play with Bleu and he tried to eat her hair, after an episode of L&O SVU, after I fell asleep and dreamed of Bleu escaping from his kennel again and hopping into bed with us...
OMG: There's 2 CheeBurgers in MI! We're so going this summer. Like the first day of summer.
That might mean I have to make milkshakes a twice-a-year thing.
Looks like Bleu-ser and I will be walking an additional mile every day...