Every once in a while, I surprise myself by doing something so completely out of character, I baffle even me.
Recently, a close friend mentioned her grown sons were talking about ice cream. They were debating who could eat the most ice cream and my girlfriend thought it would be fun to take on the guys.
The boys laughed at the mere idea of a lady beating a bunch of grown guys in a food competition, but she was not to be dissuaded.
Her sons said they would get three of the guys together if she would get herself and two other homeschool moms in on it as well. I was drafted and the plans began to get rolling.
Last night was the date set for our harmless fun. Why, oh why, do I let myself get talked into these things?
The guys won! I take it back; they didn’t just win, they completely demolished us! They were shoving ice cream in their mouths so fast, we couldn’t stop laughing long enough to eat our own pile of deliciousness.
It all truthfulness, I don’t think we actually expected to win. It was mostly an excuse to get out and have some good, clean fun (well, mostly clean).
It seems we can’t get enough of defeat. The other ladies want a rematch. This time, with french fries.