Yesterday after we dropped Harper off at daycare I asked Mark if we could swing into Rainbow Foods (or Roundy's, as I call it) to pick up some eggnog. I needed to take the eggnog to school with me so that Ali and I could drink it while putting up our office Christmas tree. ANYWAY, Mark said sure, so we cruised across the street and ventured in.
While on my way to the back dairy case, Mark was strolling along behind me, trying to decide if he wanted anything to eat for breakfast. I lost track of him in my quest for nog, and when I returned to the front of the store, he was waiting for me with a cream-filled chocolate-frostinged doughnut. It looked delicious, but my will-power prevailed and didn't buy myself any pastries.
Back in the car, Mark points us back toward school. Stopped at the first light, Mark pulls out his doughnut and takes a few bites. He reaches the cream center. He looks like he is enjoying himself. Then, the light turns green and it's time for us to go again. For those of you who do not know this already, we drive a stick shift. Somehow, in the process of managing the doughnut while shifting gears, said doughnut winds up frosting-side down in his lap (read crotch).
"Yeah, I thought you would have known better than to eat something like that in the car while driving," I say helpfully.
Miraculously, when Mark removes the doughnut from his lap (read crotch) his pants are unscathed. More than he deserves, I think.
I start laughing. It's hilarious now that I know we don't have to stop back at home so that Mark can change pants.
I look at Mark. "I'm going to write about this in my blog."
Mark actually looks horrified. "NOOO!" He practically shouts it.
"Yes," I say. "You have done a stupid thing and the blog is your punishment. My readers will enjoy it."
Mark shakes his head and is quiet for awhile.
"The call of the cream filling was just too strong for me to ignore," he finally says.