Ok.
This is big.
Brace yourself.
You know how there’s a Tooth Fairy?
Well, there is an Ice Cream Fairy.
Seriously.
I’m not even kidding.
Last week, ice cream, good ice cream, not the lame cheap stuff, appeared, magically, in the freezer!
I am not even kidding.
At first I thought it was Tony’s. (He’s Alex’s best friend who lives with us, long story) So I said:
“Yo. Dude. Is that your ice cream?”
He said no, which seems real since he can’t really tolerate ice cream or chocolate well, digestively speaking.
So I thought well, maybe it’s Alex. He doesn’t eat alot of ice cream, but, you know, maybe. So I said:
“Yo. Dude. Is that your ice cream?”
He said, no.
The girls don’t any money, but maybe it’s one of theirs, so I said:
“Yo. Babes (because they’re girls) Is that your ice cream?”
They said no, which I believe since they have no car, no money, and at least one of them is a terrible fibber. By which I mean that she cannot tell a believable fib. It’s weird, but good.
I know you’re thinking maybe Blair, but he says no. And I believe him cause when he buys ice cream for himself, he makes sure everyone knows it’s his, and when he buys it for me, he definitely wants the credit.
Anyway, back to the ice cream. Which turns out to be nobody’s!
Which means:
THERE IS AN ICE CREAM FAIRY!
I mean, it just stands to reason.
It’s so obvious, right?
Well, I don’t think I want to tick off a Fairy, so, I ate the amazing, wonderful, yummy magical ice cream.
AND THEN. THE NEXT DAY. MORE ICE CREAM SHOWED UP!
This time, in the form of a raspberry shake. And when I said:
“Yo. People. (cause I just addressed everyone this time) Who’s ice cream?”
Rachel said: “It’s for you, it just showed up here at our house.”
THE ICE CREAM FAIRY.
*sniff*
I’m so happy.
