I had two grueling depositions today. In between I made some of that microwave soup as a quick meal and managed to pour boiling water all over my left hand. I said a very bad word and did the second deposition with a bag of ice on my hand. All in all, not a good day.
So when I got home and Mrs. Likko had prepared pasta and a glass of a nice ’06 grenache and then told me I should go watch the third period of Game 1 of the playoffs before it was done, that was a very nice thing. And when she brought me a cup of ice cream with peanut butter and a 2-1 Boston lead turned in to a 3-4 double triple overtime Chicago comeback, it almost made me forget the pain of the burn.
Hockey, wine, and ice cream, all served up by a loving wife, are better than aloe vera and lidocane.
Also: wearing my wedding band on my right hand feels really odd. Mrs. Likko is doing the same thing in sympathy.
I don’t have wine or ice cream tonight, nor have I burned anything recently, but I am also watching the game. 2 minutes left until we’re into a third overtime, and Mrs. Aitch has fallen asleep ( it’s three hours later here, of course).
Try silverdine. It’s a burn cream. ‘Script only, but not south of the border. Best damn thing for burns.
Is it peanut butter flavored ice cream, or do you eat ice cream and mix in peanut butter? (Just curious)
Vanilla ice cream with a gob of peanut butter added.
Make that into a milkshake. Yum.
I was totally going to ask the same thing! That does sound really yummy. I can only imagine how many calories that would be. Don’t tell me, I’ll never eat it. I’m really surprised I didn’t gain any weight in Chicago, actually.
You burned off the extra calories running to the boat!
I actually laughed out loud when I read that. I’m ok with never living that one down. It was a fun memory anyway.